By a valley she did sleep,
Closer than a fingernail,
Far too close for herself.
As she woke,
she toppled down.
For she cried out in fear,
She hadn’t had a moments due.
As she saw the rocky bottom,
reaching with clawed hands,
She couldn’t help but notice her life,
The life flashing before her eyes.
Then as she hit the bottom,
She woke with a start.
Oh, how dreams could make a start.