A Dream of a Tree

“I had a dream – I was a cat striding on the ground. A sunny beam lit mountain’s hat, and to its foot a bound. A spirit said, “hold to the mount, claw way up to the top”, more nothing heard an` I was hardly bold. Strained to the peak, a homeless man, so, searches for the ground. Of paths being slick, claws let me stand, was nearly to fall down. I reached the end but down I fell, Oh, God, head over heels an` landed well at `nother side of hills. I marched there in the valley an` saw my fellow men, who spoke my language barely an` greeted me on land. In front of me, come at a bound, there was a yellow fig, an` all the fruits were hanging down from her splendid twig. By beauty stricken suddenly I felt myself amused an` started turning, out of hand, into a handsome yew”.