Bio Note: I have worn many hats. A former credit analyst for a leading auto company, I have raised rabbits, practiced calligraphy, made a major move to another part of the country where I knew nobody at the age of sixty-seven, and now focus on my two life-long passions, reading and writing poetry. I have won awards in Tennessee Magazine and The Grace Writer’s contest. My memoir will be published in the Spring of 2021.
To Sleep, To Dream
Does he dream as he slumbers, does he picture himself a spry puppy again, I wonder. My old Yorkie lies limp on the sofa sound asleep. I imagine he sees a vision of cows grazing in a sun dappled field as his short, choppy legs would carry him close to the large black creature who chews her cud with a calm cow face. He would greet her with a joyful bark, and approach with canine goodwill and tail wagging. His body vibrates with excitement while the cow remains oblivious. In his mind is he cow-size, standing shoulder to shoulder with his new bovine companion? I visualize the pair in an exchange of confidences by moos and yelps. He whines softly, still dozing as his back legs twitch. He sleeps soundly until his cow comes home.
©2021 Kay Fields
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