Zoomorphic Dreams


A great symphony of fishy smells,

A herd of cats, a bird which swells

To weird proportions, then with a hiss

Deflates to shapes I shall not miss.

A simple rock thrown in a lake

Can cause the earth to move and quake,

As dinosaur with roar of thunder,

Now summoned crushes men asunder.


These eldritch scenes of bird and beast

Have happened, in my dreams at least.

And in this state I too can change,

With ease, my form into a range

Of guises, with which to fly or swim

Or stride, and all upon my whim.