Unexpected, the slow wakening from slumber so deep,
That moment, when you do not hear the world, fear not the world, see not the horrors,
Just that moment, when your dreams have slowly withdrawn their fingernails and your waking has not been assaulted with the screeches of mankind.
A Moment cradled with no worries, no fears, no dreads, no forgotten emails or calls.
A beast in the field, awakens the same, antlers rousting back and forth, shaking the snowy powders from it’s height to the white carpet below, now slowly clambering to its feet. First thoughts of food and water, with no dread of the horrors of emails or phones.
A moment for the beast