Late at night, I’m in the woods
No one watching, got the goods

Wind is blowing, air feels nice
To the logs, I’ll bring some spice

Kind of cold and empty too
Words of crimes from foxes few

Gregg gave notice, he’s a goof
Fun tales though, and he showed proof

Angus had a funny face
I wonder if he knew this place

Mae just laughed and rocked the bass
Except for that one disgrace

Paw in shorts, I take out pics
Seek a log that’s near some sticks

Log hole found, I took its stuff
Replaced that with something rough

This one’s good; I’ll have some fun
Think at home until I’m done

Time to start the journey home
Hard to see, my monochrome

Area’s fenced, I wonder why?
If cops ask, I’ll just be sly

Through my lens, with stars as guide
Might be lost somewhere outside

Oh, look there, I found the town
Local bar is further down

Friends might like what I have got
Net’s been down, so these are sought

Rumors true, the logs were used
Thinking now, I’m quite amused

...I have needs, and storms cutting the power won’t stop me...