it was probably a night in june.
isaw in my room a crescent moon.
everything was floating in its light.
but i saw toys were at fight.
my cat was sleeping on my bed,
it was bleeding from his head,
as a soldier had beaten him with a sword.
my pens were writing on the board.
calenders were quarreling with the air.
tables were fighting with the chair
my black dog was jumping at me.
it wanted to bite my knee.
all of a sudden i gave a scream.
then i roused from my dream