Two dogs, Three owls,
Four frogs. All gathered by
my tent to croon --sing a song to
the full moon. They're buzzing, howling,
croaking-cheep! It is so loud I can not sleep.
I was trying to make this a concrete poem in the shape of a camping tent. I think it looks more like a triangle than a tent. What do you think?
What do you do when you are kept awake at night? I like to write. The house is quiet. The phone doesn't ring. I don't want to do noisy things and wake the rest of the house, so I write. Can you write a poem about what you do? Have a great week.