Is She Dreaming?

a black mound of hair upon the floor,
a dog,
black as night,
as big as they come.
Reduced to a cute pile of fur in sleep.
Dreams a dream, that is all her own.
Making tiny barks, she chases imaginary beast,
too and fro, as her legs dance lightly through the air.
A child inquires to his mother, and is reassured,
Wildly running about she goes!
yet, move from the boys side, she does not.
He curls up beside her, to join the dream,
and soon chases her from place, to place.
Happy they can be free like this.
A simple dream.
Another world.
By morning, the birds will sing,
and with that song, the birds will bring;
laughter and giggles, from a boy.
A boy, who watched his dog, learn to fly.

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