the dream

the little girl has shown me my dreams and imaginings. she sat atop the jungle gym and peered out blankly into the surrounding forest, almost as if she were seeing truths that could not be seen by others. there in her absent stare i saw through her eyes, what she was seeing. a grove filled with foxes, she said, though i knew they were wolves, grey wolves. they were all huddled together as if for a meeting of some kind. there were other animals amongst them, though i knew not what they were and their numbers were few. the image i was seeing was blurry, then it all together disappeared and i was once again looking into the eyes of the child. the eyes that shown a brilliant grey that sat upon a blank face, without expression.