.
.
our paddles dip
silently into the black.
evening mist hovers
over the lake
as we glide near the shore.
otters playfully cruise nearby,
raccoons timidly drink,
deer watch
.
later
a camp fire
to ward off the chill
of the northern breeze.
time to cuddle close,
whisper secrets
even though
we’re alone
.
Dennis Cardiff: Poems and Prose 
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