For the Cosmic Campground
At the dark sky campsite I put a red filter over my flashlight.
Everything looks spooky like this. I see a tent. The tent looks
spooky. I see a tree. The tree looks spooky. I see a bear. The bear
looks spooky. The bear says I look spooky. It’s spooky that
the bear can speak. The bear was dreaming a good dream. The bear
says I’m a nightmare. I see a nightmare. The nightmare looks
spooky. I go to bed. I turn the flashlight off. It keeps looking.
