I dreamt that I was watching a dove.
It was beautiful and I wanted it to be my own.
It flew to me and I caught it but in that shuffle,
its right wing came off and I felt horrible.
It had to have been my fault but the dove loved me.
I felt at peace with it, as I should have.
After a while, the dove wanted to leave,
and I knew it was its time to go.
As it flew away, it grew another wing,
but it was a bat's wing. Dark and strong,
it contrasted the dove's white body.
I didn't know what to make of it.
I saw the dove again, after that time, on the ground.
The dove transformed into a bat before me.
I was somewhat fearful. Black as night, it grew.