On a branch he perched,
A quiet observer,
Soon he dozed off,
Into the unknown he ventured.
A snap brought him back,
Feathers ruffled in fear,
He raced his heart further,
Who dares disturb a bird of prey.
Suddenly it went dark,
His pupils go squint,
Fear held down his wings,
Show yourself he almost tweet.
As he gnawed himself and shiver,
His lid lifts slowly,
Behold the day shines again,
And soon it was all over.
It was no beast nor darkness,
But the monsters of his dream,
Leaping away from the branch,
He tweets and soar.
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