I heard it roar,
Not eight kilometers away, but just outside my window,
But, i was convinced it couldn't have escaped from Africa,
Because i felt its breath ,
Close, so close,
I could swear it was here,
It couldn't be me snoring,
So, i quickly got up to look around,
To make sure all was ok.
Something told me to check my Art Studio,
And there it was.........
Missing! from my five year old students sketch pad.
And then i woke up.
Thank god, it was a dream.