I hear them coming.
Down the mountain, unconcerned about stealth.
Their hunt slow, relentless, inevitable.
I spot them –
A posse
Misshaped dogs – hyena – wearing swastika armbands.
Methodically searching, sniffing out prey.
Not to eat … to enslave.
Little Lucky defends,
His stature grows,
Fights them off.
Momentarily – righteousness prevails.
I wake!
Note:
* The first night I had this dream, I had been reading about German artist John Heartfield … and looking at his works. The link will take you to an official website of Heartfield’s archives created by Heartfield’s grandson (also John).