A dog, shaking a cloth to shiver its timbers
A hare come in from the woods with glowing eyes
My shadow in the form of a griffin
A small excitable child crying ‘Now! Now! Now! '
The pod where peas lie hatching
My dreaming self, the one that holds the pen
The muse is male, a proper Spring Heeled Jack
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