From early in 2016: one of my favorite rhyming poems…

Every night I drift to sleep
As darkness makes me blind
And yet my vision attenuates
With my sharply focused mind

I travel over a thousand miles
To a hostile, forbidding land
The witching hours drag so slowly
Moon lights the evil plan

The hungry mouths, the feral eyes
So dreadful is their gaze
Circle round with deadly purpose
Muscles tighten and I brace

They are confident that I am caught
But I’ve yet to meet my end
With guile and cunning, I make my move
On this my life depends

When I have dodged and feinted
I smell their fetid breath
As I flee into the forest
I escape those jaws of death

It’s only upon awakening
Chilled, yet dripping wet
That I realize the nightmare beasts
Haven’t killed me yet

50 thoughts on “Prey 

      1. Oh my word! I am going with the ‘friends as my wolf pack’ interpretation. Despite this poem, the wolves and coyotes never bother me in my dreams, they’re always onto something else. And actually I’m always the observer in those dreams, not interacting with the pack at all. Huh… Wonder if that means I’m a lone wolf!

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    1. I guess the wolves are not uncommon in dreams. Mine don’t chase me, they are onto something else. I think I told you before, that I’m mostly an observer within my dreams, not a participant. The dream rolls by like a film.

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      1. That is the sort of dream sequence you can write from. The sense of observation is strong in your writing. As only children, we spent a long childhood sitting and watching, reading the moods, and learning when to run!

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      1. Hmmm. A recurring dream. A different ending each time. Then the events of the dream begin to play out in reality. Which ending will it be? Or one that has yet to present itself… I will jot that into the notebook for future development

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