Our Country Cottage A Narrative

TWAS A NIGHT We are going to be doing something a bit different. A bit of a departure from the normally scheduled podcast and given the events of this last week I am glad I wrote this poem in advance. And now on with TWAS A NIGHT IN THE COUNTRY Twas a night at the country, and all through our cottage, The only thing running was the fridge, but that was low wattage. The wood was stacked by the masonry heater with care. In hopes enough for the long winter night, was there. There was more in the garage, in a firewood rack, But going to get more, in pajamas, was whack. In the dark you would probably slip on a giant ice mound, Then a slide of snow from the roof would pin you to the ground. Now cougar, now grizzly, now moose and black bear, On Fox, on skunk, on elk, and mule deer. From the top of the drive, to the clearing below, My trail cams see you all, come and go. The solar panels were silent in the darkest of night, Ready to jump into action at first morning light. The moon on the breast of the new fallen s