Mirage

Cold and numb feet in boots, tired in need of rest,
paving its way through the snowy land, clad in silver vest,
I see a patch of grass, ethereal fairies playing at a yard,
I move closer very fast to find nothing but wood charred.
Alas! It was a mirage! It was a mirage!

Gusty freezing wind, blowing across my face,
heaving with the weight of my coat, scurrying with my pace,
I look at mermaids, trying to break through the ice shield below,
I found them nowhere as I waived with my gloved hands to say hello.
Alas! It was a mirage! It was a mirage!

Stale smell around, something burning rapidly with blaze,
peeking sun in the clouds, bereft with no heat just the glaze,
I hear a crackling sound of fire, miles away from where I stall,
I run fast to get the warmth but I hear no whine or a growl,
Alas! It was a mirage! It was a mirage!

Closed eyes twitching, clammy sweaty hands,
Knowing not what is happening, chest not able to expand,
I open my eyes to discover, my cat licking me all over,
I realize it all was a dream, no more I was a rover,
Alas! It was a mirage! It was a mirage!