Dreaming

Lash-fringed
eyelids
flutter

Breath in . . .
sigh
tummy rumbles

You roll over
stretching sinewy thighs
to their full extent

Breath out . . .
you groan
reminded of something from
waking hours

Something
tantalising,
juicy,
delicious

Nose twitches,
a smell-memory
dances over silver whiskers

Then
you are woken
by a dream-bark . . .

not an edible morsel in sight.

Corinne Fenton