Curled up next to you
in our two-seater camp chair
staring into the campfire
warmed by fire and you
We watched long-legged spiders
sidle up to the edge of the fire ring
trying to get warm, too
Meanwhile the dogs slept in the tent
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It’s Quadrille Monday at dVerse Poets Pub where De is calling for our 44-word poems that include some form of the word fire. I’m not really a fan of campfires because I tend to end up with the smoke in my face, but the prompt reminded me of a camping trip my husband and I went on early in our marriage, back when we only had dogs.