Lion Dreaming

For most of us poetry is a form of noise that poets
make because they can. Like birds, poets are more
active in the spring. Like dogs, poets growl if you get
too close to their easy chairs, but respond well to any
show of affection. Poets are not even-tempered
creatures, but are nicer after a few drinks. They expect
too much of their wives and too little of their children.
I am at liberty to tell you all this because I am a special
breed of poet whose noises are pure music . . .