Was He Wearing Camo
There was a gentle breeze on this glistening moon-filled night.
An unknown stranger in the shadow of an oak gave me a fright.
When he turned, I could see he was male, in a bit of light.
He had a nervous cough that was ungodly, not quite right.
We were the only two out here, in the country as far as I knew.
I had chosen this spot in the woods, where the wind always blew.
It was usually secluded, not on my land, but who knew?
Was he wearing camo? I was feeling a bit threatened too.
Suddenly his cough became hacking, and he sounded like a boy.
Not a man at all, which gave my nervous heart a tiny bit of joy.
His vulnerability, made him a bit less frightening to me.
I asked if he was okay. He ventured closer, so I could see.
I could see he was cold, and some weird motherly instinct kicked in.
Invited him closer. He came to my campfire – young boy named Finn.
I recognized him as a child of Sara and Bill’s up the road.
I asked if he wanted to talk and his words quickly explode.
He had a fight with his father, and got no help from his mother.
He was gulping now, trying to contain himself somehow or another.
After the story, I told him that things would get better soon.
Then I took him home, so I could relax again, and get back to my moon.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019