whisper

Dennis Cardiff

.

duskc

.

our paddles  dip

silently into the black

evening mist hovers

over the lake

as we glide near the shore

otters playfully cruise nearby

raccoons timidly drink

deer watch

.

later

a camp fire

to ward off the chill

of the evening breeze

time to cuddle close

whisper secrets

even though

we’re alone

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