I dreamed of striped creature
Fading and breaking with lightening fear
Claws ready to scrape cheese from
Fine sunlit moon.
Followed by hidden eyes
Strangely striped scarlet
Growing from thick tendrils.
Two or more tiny humanistic figures
Ventured from cold stone with their pins
Ready to slay said creature
Pins no more the size of a single hair of their foe
Whilst The Bishop of Accra was contacted
That very same day.
In a flash of lightening. Above pin spears held high
Striped fearless tiger leaps
Across green sky.