I Was a Wayward Pastel Bay

I was a wayward pastel bay, with a prized pelt

That at times huffed in the moon, overcome, and felt

Ten thousand branches loping through

One minor constellated patch

A limping and broken breach

Confused and slightly out of reach

I think I saw it, did you

Yes, I think I saw it too

There goes another one, another one

There goes another one, and another one

I didn't know you when you were asleep

But you woke and told your dreams to me

What was seen and things that it could mean

That sense of rifled air

Shivered my sharp ears and tail

Incision in the viscous night

Slit fabric on a movie screen

A pool of hard reality

Fly away quick with feathers cold

Sand through the funnel, and flown to the fold

There goes another one, another one

There goes another one, and another one