97. Marokopa

The lull of the night puts me quickly to sleep

wrapped warm and tight in my blue sleeping bag

The light of the moon shines down apon

the roof of the tent and making it glow

With my eyes closed, I now plainly see

right through  the tent and up into a tree

a peach tree which hangs out over my head 

and a woman sits there looking down at me

Oh Marokopa you're a funny old place

filled with old Maori energy and beings around

Where spaceships and aliens are said to frequent

and where alien babies feel protected and safe

And here in the branches of a little peach tree
over the top of my very own tent
Is a curious woman with wide open eyes
clearly looking and eye balling me?!

But I leave the old girl, high up in her tree

albeit with eyes fixed firmly on me

I give her a smile and offer up love

but she doesn't respond or do anything

So I turn on my side and away from her gaze

hearing the quiet of stillness around

I snuggle into the peace of my blue sleeping bag
and into the comfort of the soft, comfy ground