Mountain Cabin

I spent six months in a log cabin in a meadow in Wyoming. The serenity was breathtaking. I was literally surrounded by wildlife of every description, deer, antelope, eagles, birds I could only identify by pictures in a bird book, rabbits galore, and a family of raccoons who ate the cat food I put out for the barn cat that lived in the horse corral hay barn. Beautiful, just as your poem described. Thanks for stirring bygone memories.