As
she lies down
she quickly sleeps,
and soon is heard
odd little squeaks
She dreams away
in sleep-filled bliss,
her sounds imply
pure gibberish
A conversation
then ensues,
with peculiar sounds
and dovish coos
What she imparts
I've not a clue,
she speaks to dreams
she alone pursues
In sleep she sees
her past unfold,
relives the times
she only knows
In turn we smile
only suppose,
she's chasing rabbits
down a hole.
© d.knape
February
7, 2017
*In reference to Alice In Wonderland.
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