Tricks

Stormy grey skies,
Ink black waves,
Hugging me, 
Choking me,
Mouthful of briny water,
Arms lashing about,
Trying to keep myself afloat,
While looking around with hope.
A strange dream it was,
Last night.
When it was calm outside.
And the barn owl cooed softly,
As a mouse scurried along to hide.



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