Nighttime Campfire and Curiosity

 I used to love a campfire with its surrounding mysteries and secrets.  I wrote this from a memory, but I gladly share it with you.



                                          Next to the glowing campfire,
                                              the eyes of the night
                                          were staring---unblinking---
                                              I listened for a familiar sound....
                                           a breaking branch...a sighing wind...
                                              Nothing, but the staring eyes,
                                           and an occasional feel of warmth
                                              from the campfire.
                                           I wondered if the silent watcher
                                              made the inhabitants of the forest,
                                           wonder if I, too, were a friend or foe.
                                              In the silence of darkness
                                           nothing stirred,
                                              except curiosity
                                                  coming from both sides.