(black) dogs

dreams.

#1
first, an escape in a forest,
a pack of hounds, mostly black.
could not escape. fell. they bit.
it did not hurt. the rest pursued the unknown people who were with me.
blinded. but I waited, and waited, for that right moment,
just me and my enemy, then,
I bit back.


#2
second, I was the hunter,
with a group of unknown companions, (3 of us, one was an african)
place: next to Braddell Road, where the overhead bridge to Lor 8 is.
a radio or voice recording ensues,
of mockery and diabolical laughter,
we looked up at the trees,
to find an oversized black dog staring down at us,
with a pack of black dogs (even a poodle)
they landed, actually there were 3 to 4 of them. can't remember.
We stepped back, cautiously.
they threatened, stepped forward.
we clashed.