Cute Kitten in a Dream

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You know how dreams are.  Hallmark isn’t what

They aim for.  Roses and perfume?  Forget

That stuff.    Their nightmare purpose is to glut

Your psyche with the worst that they can set

Upon your sleep and self.  Perhaps they start

Surreal — yet not quite livid, evil.  Then . . .

The lion steps in to add its formal part,

Spreads out its upper skin and waits for pen

And brush to paint its fur.  But next a striped

Sweet kitten is set down in front of snout.

The lion gobbles it, the kitten wiped

Out, yum.  The lion’s vileness is devout.

  There isn’t any blood.  The kitten’s gone,

    That’s all.  The lion doesn’t even yawn.

~ Phillip Whidden

by phillipw | Dec 15, 2024 | Uncategorized | 0 comments