I run reruns,
a prefab past
still lingers
in the morning mist
still trotting,
still trotting,
ever so slowly.
But I shan't be lulled,
I will add bite,
I will add jaws,
sharp lines of flight
on grey, sturdy paws
I will fight,
while all the stars
will be screaming,
awake in the night,
on far distant moons
I'll be dreaming.