NaPoWriMo 2026 Day 6

 A normal day, with a touch of surrealism


As I pack for my trip to Round Top Poetry Fest, I remember last year.
I can’t afford the motels in the area. so camped at Oak thicket Park.
 
It was lovely. So few campers this time of year, April, early in the camping season. For me it’s the perfect time. I don’t mind the rain if I have a roof.

I rented a screened shelter. It’s nice because I kept my things inside 
and lock the door when I leave but am still out in the open air.

I hung my hammock sleeping amongst the trees. I befriended a cardinal. 
He was fascinated that my hammock was such a bright orange.

The cardinal decided it wanted to mate with my hammock. It would flutter 
and dance, just outside, on the ground and do a fabulous mating dance for me. 

Turning, fluttering its wings this way and that. Head down head up cooing 
and chittering. I welcomed the rituals of this beautiful male showing off. 

I took down the hammock, wrapped myself in it and went out to the leaf covered grass to let the Cardinal know I accepted his invitation. 

He came to me, danced three rounds, and then pounced upon my thigh. 
Head down three thrusts, a glint in his eye and he was gone. 

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