Vague Dream
By: Duane Kirby P. Medico
The bright smiling moon now rose
And the dusty windows were closed
I’m on a bed preparing to doze
Hearing noises of closing doors.
So I slowly closed my eyes
Hoping my awaited dream to be
nice
I asked: What’s in for this
night?
And hoped that it’ll give me
delight.
Then suddenly I found myself
walking
And all I see is something black
coming
But all I know is I’m dreaming
So, what will this dream bring?
What does this thing mean?
It appears to be uncertain
It’s as if I’m having a horrible
dream
Oh, I badly want to scream.
I touched the thing hued black
Then suddenly a pair of wings
grew on my back
But I was awakened by the cock
And found a feather on my back.