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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