Crochet Crash Landing
Out in the woods on a warm summer night,
I was jolted awake and given such a fright.
I'd been sleeping in my tent, dreaming of honey and bumblebees,
When a rush of wind rolled my tent and shook the trees.
In the dark and on my knees,
I climbed out of my tent and into the trees.
I followed a loud banging,
My ears pricked up, my hair stood on end,
I grabbed for the tree, looking for a friend.
And in a glen,
About 20 feet in,
I saw a wondrous sight,
something that I would remember forever after that night.
But that's a story for tomorrow so sit tight.