What occurs in the mind
Of a cur by the fire?
On the rug as he growls and he drools
As he spasms and twitches?

A bloodbath of rabbits
Where the faecal aromas are sublime?
In the dream life of dogs
These we think are the riches

There the crow's provocation
Will no longer be endured.
There the insolent rat is subued
And is stricken and shaken

There as King of the Rains
The Wild Rover
(The *****es' rump so fine)
This the dream life of dogs?
Or are we mistaken?

For all that we know, in the hound's inner world
There are marvels to rival the greatest
That man can envision
A palace of scent
Where the laws of the pack are redefined
Is the dream life of dogs
Maybe ripe for revision?

But the dog as he sleeps
Is opaque as we are
We dream as we live all alone
In the nightmare of history

And as much as I know who you are
In the dark behind your eyes
The dream life of dogs
Is no more of a mystery