On one gloomy evening
Neighborhood stray-paws
Come to prey
Backyard roosters
Yapping and flapping
Pillowcase feathers sprout
In the color of snow grey

Got spooked suddenly
Waking slumbered bind
Still blinded
By freezing disbelief
An odd sight it was
For the dreamer
Lost inside his own mind
Horrible animal noise
Should tunnel-guide
To the light

Back to the cold
Struggling-bound world
Where deep sleep is
Certainly an obvious escape
Place though trickery peaceful
Nothing could hurt there
Except diffuse our aura Metaphysically beyond space

Between reality and fantasy
If I'm to choose
I shall go with the latter
Because I don't want to
Take a rifle resume another
Cycle of violence noose
Knowing one day
I could forever retire
To a wonderful fantasy too