Poem of the week: Sleeping Out by Jane Routh

A snowy night camped out under the stars provides the stage for a close encounter with a mysterious creature

Sleeping Out

No wind in the pines —
I didn’t believe the forecast
yet pulled my bivvy bag
part-way under the awning
where I could still see the stars.

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