Quoting my wife. Used with permission.
Last night, we were laying in the shelter. Just the two of us. I was reading and Steve was asleep already.
Something screamed some weird scream in the forest.
Then, there were coyotes yipping and howling in the distance. Sounded like quite the party.
And an owl and his buddy started wooting — and the coyotes quit.
Then the frogs decided to hold some sort of Saturday Night Jamboree.
Add a mouse up in the rafters that was chewing and chewing. The more I heard of the chewing, the more I worried about my backpack that was hanging on a nail from a low rafter.
Finally, stumbling out of the sleeping quilt, and waking up Steve, I move my pack. Then I move Steve’s pack.
We both snuggled back down. The frogs started up again. And the mouse was back to chewing.
All that was missing was a Whippoorwill.
I should add that the coyotes went on for a long, long time.