The Boy Who Grew Antlers in His Sleep

Every day ended much the same,
Every night began with routine.
A father, a book, a bed with blue sheets,
And little Joseph tucked in between.

The father's voice was strong and bold,
He emoted with Shakespearean flair.
And at the end of the story, his Joseph asleep,
He rustled his son's head and his hair.

But what the father did not know,
What this man could never suspect,
Was that from the little head of Joseph
Two great antlers in dreams did project.

In those nighttime dreams he dreamt
He was a boy no longer,
Rather, Joseph was a stark white stag
and taller, faster, stronger.

Across forest, field and gully,
Swift sprint, leap, and bound,
Joseph the stag traversed the land
With nary a whispering sound.

And when he awoke to the sunrise,
Rubbing the sleep from his eyes,
The antlers are entirely disappeared,
Joseph again in his boy child guise.

The End

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