The Inkwell

#WDYS #Outdoors #Flame #Embers #Campfire #Rocks #Wood #octpowrimo

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It was just as the moon appeared over head

something appeared all yellow and red

it moved round the rocks all crazy and wild

but cried like an infant or petulant child

It wanted to know, why it hadn’t been fed

not knowing you had headed to your tent and bed

so round the embers – he started to fly

and kept in by the bricks – he started to cry

Now, it was a warm , and star covered night

and you didn’t want our bug, to up and take flight

so with dried twigs and leaves he enjoyed a snack

and listened to a tale before embers went back

and to say thanks, he warmed up a spot

where resting in fire was a covered tin pot

a place you were warming a nice pot of tea

enjoyed with some biscuits, under stars, with glee