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