Dreamer – 13apr15

Cat-like it arches up its back
on tufted feet it crawls
nibbling on leaf and bud
until its belly bulges.

Falling into sated sleep
it curls into a woven shawl
and dreams…

Beneath the sun, beneath the moon
’til dawning comes, it yawning wakes
shakes off its crusty cloak and soars
on rainbow wings.

Today’s prompt: a poem that is a riddle.

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