Is that a chess knight or a rampant Kodiak ?
So far I’ve counted three fedoras, one night cap
and half a dozen sombreros.
Islands of mystery glide relentlessly toward me:
Ice floes around my knees, torn from the rim of the arctic
just there: right below the faucet. And now a pair of polar bears!
Alas, The White Continent shrinks as Sherlock Holmes’ pipe swirls
into an Art Nouveau bathing beauty.
Quick, Quick! What’s needed is a big toe
To forestall the pareidolic maelstrom.