I Dreamt of Birdsong

I dreamt of vibrant birdsong, except it was a cat.

Singing like a sparrow, wearing a blue top hat.

Then there were tarantulas, climbing on a log.

It creeped me out at first, until I saw it was a dog.

The tarantulas were kind of cute, they were never fearsome.

I’m sure that they were puppies, riding on a possum.

Hens were drinking milk, from breasts of bearded goats.

Pigs were playing hockey, upon the frozen moat.

Raccoons were hopping on the grass, kangaroos climbing trees.

Hyenas were laughing at tiny llamas, hitching rides on bees.

I swear I saw a tiger go flying through the air,

Chasing after snowy owls with beautiful long blond hair.

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I heard a voice behind me. It gave me quite a start.

I turned and saw a koala, holding a tray of dessert.

“Please forgive the intrusion. I assure I meant no harm.

I’d like to offer you a treat and welcome you to our farm.”

I’m speaking with a koala. This can’t be real, I think.

A black bear comes with another tray, to offer me a drink.

I have a snack and accept a glass of fresh-squeezed orange juice.

I have a chat with the kind koala and a very friendly moose.

I know it sounds ridiculous. It doesn’t make any sense.

They assure me all will be okay, that there is no pretense.

They remind me I’ve not considered, the truth that’s evident soon,

When I went to sleep this starry night, there was a bright full moon.