The Dream

Silently running on the blacktop, 

smell of gritty freshness of tar,

I am dreaming...

i feel a shift of energy in my abdomen,

and 

my legs start to lift off the ground,

fingers turned in to feathers, my feet became claws of an owl.

through the night skies Silently, 

I crept,

upon Landing my 

feathers started to disapear and my body, 

returned to normal.

 

 

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