tea outdoors in the middle of the night

I made mayan cocoa spice tea, a small amount
it was after 2 am
I invited Sam to join me
two shooting stars streaked over Fiery Mountain
a bullfrog chorus serenaded
the air was mild, humid
holding my camp towel like a security blanket
an owl hooting – maybe six times? – stopped
down toward the outlet
soft words spoken clearly
fancy misery