In The Bush
I lie in the sleeping bag
wrapped up tight
stars shining bright above the tent
sheltering me from the wet
The trees cast shadows
Moonlight shining onto me
Swaying patterns move with
the breeze
softly blowing outside
As I lay warm inside
Far away ruru call
soft sounds from all around
keep me awake
as I begin sucumbing
ao the call of sleep
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