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Dreams are, sometimes, a warning of some sort or our fears being revealed to us.  Hence, the title for this poem.  However, I do not think this is the right title.  Can anyone help with a more appropriate title?

 

At midnight, I awoke

To the sound of rabid barking dogs.

Of different coats, they were—

  black, white, and brown—

With flaming red eyes like running dye.

The ferocious canines encompassed me,

A bloody skirmish designed for me.

Like a ship in a squall, I stood tottering,

All paths of flight hindered

As the savage beasts barked rapaciously,

Gauging my intent.

With a last gallant endeavor

Did I jump past the brown one

Who with a leap in air gnawed at my hand

Leaving his beastly mark.

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