Hunted

I don’t know what our jobs were in this dream, but from context, probably something to do with magicking things to death.

 

There’s a mountain lion

Shadowing us. It comes

Closer and closer, tan fur

Through woods too bright

To hide it. But my partner

Can transform into something

Just as deadly, scares her off

So that we reach our home

Base unscathed. I tell her she

Can have half of what I earn

This week, for saving my life

On the way back from our job.