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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.