Reminiscence of the Forest

A bee flies into my ear as I regain my bearings,

light flooding into my eyes.

I wince, standing up shaking my head.

The smell of damp soil fills my nose,

the rush of water pummelling the rocks

in the background, birds squawking 

above the trees.

The sky turns red, the tranquil 

paradise enveloped by a spreading flame.

Silence surrounds me, followed by the

gradual rush of wings, paws, shoes, claws

pounding the earth. A dusty cloud

advancing towards me, the red soaring

close behind. The cloud grows

larger slowly as I stare, waiting.

I open my eyes, staring at the floor,

staring at my shoes. Looking about,

I think about the dream, the

fire, the rush. I think about

Black Friday.