Deep asleep –
she twitches,
flicking her mane
involuntarily.
Her paws are
running over some
imaginary plain.
Her black lips
are curled back
exposing her canines.
Her flared nostrils
pulsate, gathering
all the sweet odours
of those felines.
The whites of her eyes
roll around in her head
and all I can see
of her eyes now
is blood red.
She pauses
ready to pounce
and then she sighs.
Her paws give up
the rhythmic pounding,
as she opens her
bleary eyes.
She looks at me
then raises her head
with both ears pricked.
Does she remember
what she deeply dreamed?
Does she now think
she’s been tricked?
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