A dream is a dream, at least it can seem,
Except I am awake.
The sand is not real, but somehow I feel
How restless is the lake.
I try to hold on, but it has long gone,
The bird inside my soul.
I hear no reply, in anguish I cry;
The truth the waves have stole.
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Reowr 
Very moved by this one!
That’s because I was able to borrow from Poe’s greatness to turn his masterpiece into a tiny little ripple. But I’m glad the ripple licked your feet a little. 🙂
Having my toes tickled once a day is a MUST!
Haha I hate being tickled since I am ridiculously ticklish. You can just look at me with the intent to tickle and I will start laughing. It pisses me off.
Well my intent will never to tickle you….only to give you some good scratching behind the ears!
Reowr! 😀
Never More! (At least I didn’t say anything about ripples in a po.)
*Sharpens claws*