Night's silence falls
Fear invites himself in
Who knew uncertainty
Would make such a din!
A dream I had, a tiger I saw, and on my bed
He bit an antelope's heart out, raw.
Was it a warning, and what should I make
Of the blood, wiped into the duvet case?
I tried to lead the tiger out of my room,
To the back garden, but I woke up too soon.
I didn't see the result of that dream
And what's worse, I didn't see the result of me.
Baile Átha Cliath (Dublin), 5th October, 2005