Last night I dreamed of butterflies
flutter-flying in my stomach.
And this might surprise you but
it made me want to cry
for it was this exact feeling
that started the fall
down the gravity-defying black hole
where I met rabbits with sharp claws
and mild-mannered lions
with oven-mitt paws.

I never thought I'd be caught
painting roses black
when to be honest,
I only imagine them in pinks and reds.

Carrots and sticks, you tried
to lure the winged insects with bait,
but they are still multiplying it seems.
I only hope I don't live long enough
to watch them fill me to the brim.