In the middle of a dream,
you're creeping through the woods.
Your orange fur glows like flames of a roaring fire
when you step into the bright sunlight.
With your ears pricked,
you listen to the birds chirp and to the mice squeak,
waiting for the perfect moment to come after your prey.
And in an instant,
you are leaping through the air,
and your ginger pelt turns from bright fire to a dim ember
when you come out of the sunlight
and into the shadows.
You land on top of your victim,
with it squeaking and struggling beneath your mighty paws.
It's a tiny mouse.
You kill it with one bite of your razor-sharp teeth,
and you think to yourself
how great of a hunter you are,
the mighty beast of the woods.
And then you wake up from your dream,
hoping that someday, it will come true.
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