'Tis a tale of a camp trip, gone slightly awry,
Pard and I pack miles to sleep under the sky.
We found us that perfect and most desolate spot,
But sleeping that night was not part of our lot.

Pard built us a fire, and we chatted till dark,
We talked of savages, As coyotes did bark.
Yes Cougars, and grizzly Bears, and even some Snakes,
And conjured up Monsters nestled deep in the lake.

Our eyes filled with webs, Crawling deep in our bag,
Feeling quite comfy, with foam softening a tad,
A crunch and some movement kept open my eyes.
Sleep slipped away, as a sound did arise

Sitting up with a start, peering into the dark,
Then quiet descends, no not even a bark.
"Lay down will you woman, There 's nothing around".
My partner he says "I ain't heard a Damn sound".

I snuggled on down, and was almost asleep,
Oh, It's coming again, I fear It's a creep.
Vertical goes my body, rod straight in my bed,
Can't he hear it? I think, is my pard stiff and dead?

So it goes though the night, With Pard not amused,
"Lay down will ya girl, So I can get me some snooze"
My eyes open wide through a long dreary night,
So worried was I of what bumps and might bite.

Dawn finally arrives and must break up this camp,
With my pard an old grump, as he had not his nap.
Just under the pad where my head lay all night,
Lay a pile of foam, what's this? That ain't right?

And out streaked a mouse to find a new home,
As I stare with eyes wide, fixing hair with my comb.
Crunch and movement close to my ear did it sound,
A house for a mouse when my head I laid down.

I turned to my pard as he let out a roar,
And could see from the grin, he was a big boar,
He could not hear it, beneath my ear, I guess,
But the glare that he got sho nuff melted his zest.