Poetry: Another Dream of Many

I'm running
in a snow-filled jungle.
It's night and my family
is sleeping,
a husband and son.
I return to them
and down the path
I see a large cat,
another big animal,
and, looking across
the sleeping forms
of my family
at me,
is a creature
with flat antlers,
spotted,
and yellow eyes.
Its gaze
connects with mine
for minutes
and then it wanders
down the path,
through the
snow-filled jungle.
Jyoti