In arid hills on haunches sitting clown
crazy, or not crazy enough, it howls
or is that a laugh or post-prank giggle
a guttural belly shake and wiggle?

It shapes and it shifts on the choices we make
must we choose between right eye or left to see?
Oh, such turns that we take as we follow in wake
as mischief leads us in its circles of glee

Now this Jack-of-All-Tales of canis myth wit
likes to trick and befuddle, roll snake into stick
with hide and seek fortunes it peppers its day
causing people to sneeze their hit-o-miss ways

Then we danced in the plaza with colors and tunes
their stood our guide masker, comic alien sans tragic
telling of great deeds, surprises, ancient fabled magic
'till we woke near a dawn, past shadows of moon

-cec