A rocket on a launching pad, not moving skyward,
is still a rocket,
a Wolf, crouching, calm, but focused,
is still a predator,
A Dream, unexplained
is still an idea-
they are all
Energy on hold,
as each of these are filled with
Feral possibility
making the name of this story
Pent Up
Draw your own conclusions
story/poem inspired by a dream log