As I drifted off to sleep
the sounds of the incoming
New Year kept me awake.
I lay counting the gentle
raindrops that began to fall
Sirens, thunder, fireworks,
then hard, heavy rain
pounding furiously; the
drops too numerous to
count. Floating in and
out of sleep while bits of
dreams flashed…
a wink, a kiss,
a million fireworks…
through it all there
came the plaintive
cry of a frightened
animal pleading
to be rescued.
4 comments:
Sounds like my new years eve only the frightened animal was me.
In the end, their is not rescue, of course. Chilling.
It is indeed a chilling end to a rather pretty poem at the start, life is like that sometimes.
sharing dream sleep alpha state with an animal. !!! great!
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