I ‘ve had the strange sensation,
thoughts swirling in my head,
Like “Where do fireflies go at dawn?”,
“Where do they go to bed?”
“What do owls dream about,”
,”while sleeping in their tree?”
“Do they dream about their night- flights,
“, and where the mice might be?”
“What fancies do the small bats see, “
“what memories do they keep?”
“I’d like to listen to their thoughts,”
“when they are fast asleep. “
Where might we all travel?
Which places would we be?
If we could know the night -one’s thoughts,
while dreaming in the tree.
Copyright © Jeanette Woods | Year Posted 2013
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