Dream Beast

I dream of running.

Of claws and teeth.

Of hiding in the dark.

Of waiting,

Gasping for breath.

I dream of pouncing

Of snarling and biting

Of ripping.

I dream

And in my dream

I am a beast

A killer.

And I am afraid.

 

 

I move with a loping gait, the snow (or is it a beach?) vanishing quickly beneath my paws. I’m nearing water, the grey mass reaches out to the farthest horizon. And my fear grows, a tingling in my arms and neck. I am tense, ready to spring.

 

There are people here, they make my hair stand on end. I hide, but one is coming nearer. My claws gleam as I hunch down. Already I can picture how this will go - the man caught unawares between my teeth and claws.

 

I draw my lips back, a thrill of excitement coursing down my spine and limbs, and…

 

 

I awake, eyes fly open.

Staring wildly at the night.

A light flashes, blinds me.

 

I look again.

 

The moon

Full and fat

Floats, radiant white

Against the

Blue-black sky.

 

 

In the dark

My claws my hands

Clutch at the mattress.