Night... Mares..? ? Poem by delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........

slept...then dreamed I was behooved...
awoke to find the floors
were grooved
with gouges, scratches,
mars and nicks....
before I filled my bowl
with Trix
.... to ingest and to ruminate
that confounding night's events...
I saw some nails....the evidence...!
those iron shoes,
though coming loose,
had once been fixed
to hooves uncloven....
I'm many things,
though seldom sloven...
life becomes stranger, odd, precarier....
and now to find a better farrier....