Annihilated

Dream

(A/N: This poem is probably not related to the theme of this book, but it does have a deep impact on me, and I wanted to put it here. I wrote this poem when my cat died, that's all I want to say about that incident.)

Yester-night I dreamed of meadows,

Filled with grass, all greenish yellow,

Between the maples and the oaks,

Birds chirped all around,And dew wetted the ground.

They both were there,

And I was aware,

Of the sparkle in their green eyes,

Clawing each other,

The son and the mother.

But what came to pass,

Left the joy lost,And in a moment, 

There was blood all around;

Mixed with the pathos in her sound.

I could do but nothing,

The nature could not be defied,

But the ruth of the grieving mother,

Etched a scar on my heart;

And left it more than hurt.