Too Many Feet Poem by Robert Rorabeck

When the day lies down then so do I,
But before that I unharness my team of unanswerable dogs:
You see, they don’t have to look anyone in the eye;
But you are a beautiful woman, and you are floating in the sky.
Maybe you were also in my dream while the cold cracked the
Necks of trees, while the buzzards swang:
This you know made the stars so glib that they cut themselves and
Fell down from the sky, and even the wolves howled with my
Dogs
Until the entire world was painted out, and it became so frighteningly
Cold that it was forced to grow warm again
While life was giving out down the blisters of the street,
And you came loping towards me a creature of little heart and
Too many feet.