Nightland Hunts

One time I fell right through my bed
(Some things you just do once),
All pillows, blankets, comfort fled,
I joined the Nightland hunts.

No one told what I pursued,
I did not need to know.
This was not my fearsome feud,
I did not earn or owe.

Some something filled my fists with stars,
I swallowed them all whole.
I’d never send them into wars
No matter the end goal.

Caught by another’s roaming dream
I soared in place a while,
I gave up all my stars agleam
And skipped out on the trial.

Then I fell back into bed,
Still just a bit ajar,
Pulling from my swirling head
One final hidden star.