There was a ram’s head…
Curved horns and a glowering eye…
In the clouds,
That the wind morphed
Into a snubbed-nosed cow
With a docile eye,
And seconds later into a gecko
With a huge blue eye
And an unblinking gaze toward Adelaide.
And then they disappeared,
Except a surviving ram’s horn
That the wind blew into a clarinet,
Then belled out into a blunderbuss,
But erased before it could fire a shot.