Projected Reality
Awakened from a startling dream
Remembering the scene that dazed
A projection it would someday seem
Would speculation raise
Flying high above the ground
She soars above her home
Previously a rented space
But now it was alone
A Frisbee on the neighbours roof
The chimney burned coal black
She sees this almost instantly
With Dead dogs in the back.
Returning to her rented home
Remembering the dream that waked
Dreading truth and on her own
Bad feelings she would shake
Passing by her neighbours’
She spots a flying disc
No car within her driveway
And occupancy missed
Once inside with shivers
She noticed the soot
They left the fire burning
From dinner they had put
In disbelief she took a stroll
And stepped into the yard
Dead puppies strewn to her surprise
In haunting disregard
Fables they do come and go
Remembering what seems to sway
But tales of truth like this I quote
Are taken to the grave.
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