In twilight's hush where dreams take flight,
Athena, with fur of stormy nights,
Lies nestled soft in slumber's keep,
Where visions dance in gentle sweep.

Beneath the stars, her whiskers twitch,
In dreams that leap and spin and pitch,
She runs through fields of emerald green,
In a world where friends remain unseen.

But hark! A rustle 'midst the dew,
A shadow forms, both strange and new,
A friend, perhaps, from distant lands,
With playful bounds and wagging strands.

They chase through meadows, side by side,
In a joyous dance, they do abide,
Through valleys deep and mountains high,
Underneath a painted sky.

Athena's heart, so pure and true,
In dreams, her friend, forever new,
Their laughter echoes, bright and clear,
In realms where sleep holds naught to fear.

And as the dawn begins to break,
The dream dissolves, a soft heartache,
Yet in her eyes, a spark remains,
Of dreams where friendship softly reigns.

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Until next time, 
Toodle Pip,
Yours Lainey.

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