I’m a zebra sans her stripes
A fox clad like a dog
It’s a nightmare that’s recurring
Sniffing death in the air
Where my shovel’s buried in the ground

A pair of human legs
That morph past midnight
A creature that runs
Before it stands
But what do you stand for?

The rains have poured down
His nose growing out the ground
I ain’t digging the grass up
My hands are too blistered for this
Strange, fun, guy.

It’s a graveyard now
Where a ghost can’t haunt
I’ll remain behind to howl
With the other animals
As his retinas hit sunlight