Is it a dream?

On the hills, in the breeze

Carrying whispers of death and decay

Runs the creature of fu-Inle

At his heels, a young buck follows

Is it a dream?

Across the fields, its shadowy form

Leads the buck to his brother's fall

In the silence of the swirling mist

He wonders quietly,

"Is it a dream?"

The black figure leaps endlessly on

Red eyes aglow in the gloom

As they reach the burrow's mouth

A heartbeat faint signals life

Is it a dream?

As the buck enters the burrow,

Where his brother lies,

He looks back, to the fields

Where the black rabbit of Inle retreats

And asks,

"Is it a dream?"