An animal ferocity embraced my imagination as it passed my midnight window.

The serial laughter and morose clapping of hands intrigued my

Moments

Before the flapping gates of dreams closed for the night.

It struck me odd to hear, to be witness to the joyous sound

So obviously troubled by some darkness.

It carried doubt and dreams with no intent of accomplishment

And settled with a sense of acceptance.

I drifted off to those thoughts.

They pierced my sleeping cinema and draped across the plot therein,

And pushed my adventures into the realm of anxious waiting.

It seems I waited all night for the voice to come again,

And I awoke to a monstrous grin.