It's the bewitching hour
the time when dreams are created.
I am walking along a dusty path
mists swirling about me
Something caught my eye
was a deer limping badly.
I softly spoke to him, "don't be afraid",
" I wont hurt you, I will help you"
Removed a large thorn from his hoof.
He nudged my face as in thanks
then walked away looking backwards
as though he was remembering
Was I dreaming am I awake
The thunder and lightening crashed outside
Did it awaken me? Was then I noticed
a thorn and a big leaf, on my bed.
Contest: one in three
Topic : Beyond Midnight
Dated 27 July 2013