Dream Catcher
By jem
Mon, 18 Jan 2016
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I dreamt I held a wren;
Its eyes huge with fear,
And body warm and frantic,
Pressing a throbbing breast
Into my palm.
I woke with the scratch of feathers
Still on my skin,
But my hand was empty,
The room quiet,
The morning grey.
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Nice dream. Such detail of
Nice dream. Such detail of sight and feel. Some people seem to slip away from attempts at friendship. like a bird, or rush around, hard to pin down. Rhiannon
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