The Sloth

I woke up with a warning
From a long and twisted journey
I was in a foreign country
Maybe Italy, maybe Spain
Fatigued but not in pain
In a city that looked like Madrid or
Maybe it could've been Rome
I was lost, searching for a way
to get home
I had my gun and uniform on
But no one was able to
Give me directions on how
To get out of an incoming storm
It was cold and it was warm
It came to me as sounding alarm
From a beautiful building
A majestic palace covered with
Bright vines on its ancient roman
gold colored walls
out came a silvery long fur sloth
It was faster than anyone
could've thought
I was admiring how quickly
It got to me when,
inexplicably, the sloth jumped
On my shoulders and then on my head
I could see, but not feel, its claws
There was a long line of people
Looking at me and the sloth
On the right side of the road
I couldn't make out who they were
If alive or dead
They weren't gory
But certainly distressed
Just part of the message and
the moral of this story
When I finally opened my eyes
I hurriedly went looking for
a possible meaning to it all
I searched first for the sloth
The animal, and then one of
the Seven Deadly Sins that
I'm most definitely guilty of