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