Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Just a Bad Dream

Just a Bad Dream

I dreamt that the bird was gone.
In the middle of the night
I looked at the cage and
it seemed empty.
I dreamt that the bird would not return.
Then I dreamt that
I lived a long and peaceful life,
but the bird never came back.

NaPoWriMo Day 22
2015 April PAD Challenge, Day 22


  1. Yeh, I have those sort of dreams...
    SEe my words at: