Deep in the woods
he met a girl,
one who carried with her
a carton of milk.
She danced under the apple tree—
naked and full of beauty.
When he awoke
he longed for her.
She slept until night
The moon came out, full and bright.
When she awoke, he slept.
A never-ending cycle.
He dreamed her again,
dancing under the apple tree.
Milk poured from the sky.
His steps were slow and calculated.
She would see him.
As apples fell from the tree
the milk rain ended.
There he could touch her,
ask her name.
But he awoke.
A sad tale of cat and mouse.