Unhappy Camper Poem by Ima Ryma

Sleeping under the starry night
While camping in the woods alone,
I wake to something not quite right.
I am out of my comfort zone.
In my sleeping bag, up I gaze
And see the sky that's all star lit.
Just seeing the stars does amaze
Me, and I don't understand it.
Slowly I arise from the ground,
Seeing dark shadows of the trees.
My campsite - I look all around,
Testing my sensibilities.

Something is very evident.
Somebody has stolen my tent!