In the interest of sharing more dreams here is my beautiful creature: The Watcher.
She appeared one night in a vivid dream and has been loitering ever since – watching over me, I dare say. And I know she might seem a little…disturbing…at first, but looks, we are so often told, aren’t everything.
The Watcher! The Watcher! She wanders the moors
With needle sharp teeth and giant hooked claws,
Collecting her children from where they have strayed,
She carries them back to the nest she has made.
Her love for her babies knoweth no bounds –
She whistles and clicks; her most motherly sounds.
So take care, my child! If you ramble alone,
That she doesn’t carry you back to her home!