A Restless Slumber (Poem)


A breeze rustles leaves
under an African moon.
Twigs snap — friend or foe?

The red crescent moon
and fires on the mountain
barely light the sky.

I lay still, eyes wide,
suspended in my hammock.
No sleep, on alert.

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