The dream 

I lay down on a slab of stone 
My subconscious dragged me into its depths. 
I landed on a grassy plain. 
In the distance, an animal called. 
A hawk flew overhead. 
I was that hawk, and I rose to the sun. 
Below I saw a running deer. 
I was running with the wind. 
I ran to the woods of sweet grasses. 
Head down, I failed to hear the paws... 
A mountain lion pounced. 

The deer struggled as I pinned it down, 
my teeth sinking into it's lifeless form. 
I walked to the stream and settled to drink. 
Blood from my muzzle washed downstream. 
Insects gathered near the stained water. 
As a fish, I caught the fly. 

I swam away to the sea. 
I saw the gulls fly overhead. 
I was gliding on grey wings. 
Below I saw a small boat. 
I heard a crack - pain in my chest... 
The boy lowered his gun. 

The boat came to collect its prize. 
On the beach a fire burned. 
Laughing, the boy tossed me to the flames. 
From the blaze, I rose as smoke, 
up towards the setting sun. 
Rising up above the darkness. 

I awoke to my cousin's calling, 
climbed down off the rock and ran to him. 
Mind filled with the horror. 
Gun in hand, he said he was building a fire 
when he took his boat to the beach 
looking for seagulls.
 
 

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ANAMAEA EASTCOTT
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