My Nagual is a Narwhal
Slumping out from under.
The midnight narwhal grunts and fumbles
Looking for the sea.
Leaving me, a husk, to slumber.
Rolling, bowling, down the hill
With scent of sea salt teasing his blow hole.
Flipper flapper flipper flapper
The domed forehead quests forth
And out front, the spiralling twisty horn
Eight feet long
And worthy of a unicorn!
As I wait sleeping
Waiting for his sweet return.