The Dream

I dreamed of a talking lion

who told me what to do,

I served him all his meals

and cleaned his quarters, too.

I laid amongst the visions

that the heavens, down did send,

I dreamed of individuals

and called each aquaintence, "friend".

When I awoke I knew that I

would never be the same,

for these individuals and friends

all shared a common name.

And the name they shared was kindness

love and hope was where they were at,

oh, and the part about the talking lion?

‘twas Opie Taylor, my demanding cat!

— docmaverick, Sep 15, 2007

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Region, Country: The High Desert, in the wild west, southern California, U.S. of A.., USA

Favorite Poets: Keates, Poe, Dickinson, and Dr. Seuss. There are a smattering of others, but why bother listing 'em all, ya know?, I also rely on a few of our poets, here....for advice, and what not. I couldn't possibly explain what a fountain of live, effective knowledge we have...right here in our midst ! To catch a glimmer of brilliance, merely visit: the Stream.

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