I don't really expect anyone to read a poem here, but I figured I'd post it just in case. It has to do with a dream I had last night.

The mouse runs and leaps through dirt
Soot and ash and never gets hurt
I watch waiting for it to stop
To succumb to pain and sit and rot
Dodging through fire it proves me wrong
For now it is fearless but not for long
It’s showing signs that its end may be near
When it stops the playing that I held so dear

I stumble back startled by its lack of life
And trip on a root to begin my flight
I’m now the mouse leaping through the dirt
And like him too I’ll never get hurt
Upon my landing I sit at the edge
Of forest and cement and my newest pledge
His teeth mean business but he does not
Before I can fear he is off with a trot

Now coming from a long distance I see
A doe and a deer headed straight for me
I sit back and watch so they can pass
And I can finally enjoy nature at last
When they’ve come and gone I leave my seat
To go to the path and return to my feet
On the path though I’m met with another beast
This time one clearly larger than me

The doe had a father its name was buck
And on his antlers I saw the end of my luck
Before it could get me though I got a tree
And climbed as fast as my body allowed me
It must have enjoyed my escape attempt
Because it jeered and stomped and off it went
Now safe I made my way back down
To survey the area and look around

What worried me now was my fantastic story
And whether or not you’d think it a priori