She felt warm.
Her mind groggy and weak.
Did she die?
Or was it that dream?
She felt strange, like new,
Yet her mind felt bleak.
What is happening?
She heard a voice.
Soft, smooth, serene.
Now wake, child.
Like a fluffed quilt.
Someone held her.
An attempted blink.
She breathed deep.
Wait, she thought,
Why do I smell blood?
This startled her.
She woke cautiously,
Lifting her eyes to see...
Whoa.
He giggled.
"Ah, you've come back."
"What do you mean?"
"Don't you know?
"Don't you know?
This is more than a dream."
Shock had settle in.
She didn't understand.
"It will soon be clear."
Her mind was frantic,
Not clear at all.
She willed to stand,
Only to fall.
He clasped her hand
And held her up.
Her legs were weak
And wobbled in her shock.
She thought a moment.
Who is this man?
He answered her,
"The name's Talon.
You know who I am."
She remembered
By his golden eyes.
The black jaguar
Was his disguise.
Her distrust eased,
Then she walked light.
"Hold tight"
"What?!"
"Grab my arms."
Then she knew,
His face confirmed.
They were gonna fly.
She grasped his neck,
Surprisingly tightly,
Waiting to feel air underfoot.
"You don't trust me?"
He giggled.
Her eyes shut,
Not daring to look.
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