Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt asked for a poem based on an image from a dream. Several weeks ago (long before I watched Tiger King) I had a vivid dream about lions. It was one of those dreams that felt so real as I was having it, and has barely faded in its sharpness.
I Had a Dream About a Pride of Lions
loose in a field next to a Lloydminster gas station.
A young male ambled over to our car, sniffed at the crack in the door
where my daughter sat, wide-eyed and trembling, in the back seat.
Can he get in, Mommy?
And as I was telling her no, he stood, front paws on the window,
huge amber eyes staring, a thin string of saliva dangling from his fang.