as she lay in the verdant meadow,
lightly damp, the earth a cool, contouring mattress of moss
that held her body close,
swaddled in her resting place,
she dreamed a zebra reverie.
it was impressionistic at best, fleeting colors,
the savannah a blur of of gold, dust and fear
heartbeat rising, the heat of terror,
adrenaline running reasonless.
a neck that can't look back
eyes on the periphery
galloping ceaselessly.
flight escapes her,
a chase without resolution,
safety unknown.
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