Clear Night in the Ozarks

Clear Night in the Ozarks

The eerie sound wakes me-
Distant baying through the woods,
Hounds chasing fox into burrows or
racoons up trees.
Faint smell of hickory
Smoke drifts from the small camp,
Men are warming themselves
With the jar and fire,
Telling lies and listening for
The changing voice of the hounds.

— Kathleen G. Everett © 2011

2 thoughts on “Clear Night in the Ozarks

  1. I’ve been in that camp, although I was a lot younger. You are a fine poet with an ear for the right description, the perfect detail that lets the reader imagine from their own experience what the landscape and incident your are writing about is all about.

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