A rocket on a launching pad, not moving skyward,

 

                                                                      is still a rocket

 

a Wolf, crouching,  calm, but  focused,            

                                                                      is still a predator,  

 

A Dream, unexplained

                                                                      is still an idea-

 

                                                                      they are all

Energy on hold,

 

as each of these are filled with

                                                                      Feral possibility

 

making the name of this story

                                                                      Pent Up

 

Draw your own conclusions  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

story/poem inspired by a dream log