My eye caught a slight movement
off to the left
she was about ten, curly blond
hair
large blue and yellow flowers on a
crisp white dress
I followed her eyes. She was
looking over my shoulder
there it was, charging out of the
grassy meadow
a huge brown bear at full gallop
its back bristled
its roar resounded inside my chest
I stood transfixed as it passed, so
close
I could feel its hot breath
on it went, swallowed by the
morning mist
back in the middle of the meadow,
from where the beast had come
stood a single tree its branches
covered with the pale green buds
of Spring
I slumped back into my chair
a blank sheet of paper
the pen, the ink already flowing.
