Beet  jacket  tremor  bayou  elbow  lightbulb cinnamon  bucket  elk  carport

While out exploring the bayou
I came across a shimmering lake
It was shaped with an elbow bend
A path beside it I decided to take.
There was a chill in the still air it seemed
My jacket was light, but warm
It was cinnamon in colour
And comfortably embraced my form.
In my hand I carried a bucket which held
A pickled beet so fresh for a snack
As I made my way along the path
A tremor trickled up and down my back.
My eyes lit up as they suddenly beheld
An elk camouflaged within the trees
I waited and watched until he disappeared
The excited trembling extending to my knees.
I slowly made my way back home
A look of wonder shining from my face
As I turned on the lightbulb in my carport
I acknowledged the beauty of the moment with grace.