I keep a tight bed with hospital corners, munch blueberry scones with my tea.

But at night in my dreams there’s a grizzly in me.

Claws splitting logs to gobble up grubs.

I heave and I grunt, savaging berries, blue juice slobbering down my brown chin.

Gray wolf in my sheets.

I wait while the others lick at my muzzle and whine.

At the scent of an elk my eyes flare with blue fire.

We pantand we pound through black tundra of sleep.

Death-white owl in the old cedar tree.

Blood drops like rubies adorn my hooked beak.

I eat a soft rabbit, and belch up its pellet of fur, crisp bones, and glints of white teeth.

The alarm brings me round, toothbrush and hairbrush and tailored skirt.

But the crouch of the cougar, there’s the warp and the woof!