This is an even older poem that I was asked to read
and it's called Dog Dreaming.
"The paws twitch in a place of chasing.
Where the whimper of this seeming gentle creature
rings out terrible, chasing Tigers.
The fields are licking like torches
full of running laced odors, bones stalking, tushed leaps.
So little that is tamed, yet so much
that you would find deeply familiar there.
You are there often.
Your very eyes.
The unfathomable knowledge behind your face.
The mystery of your will appraising such carnage
and triumph.
Standing there strange even to yourself, and loved,
and only a sleeping beast knows who you are."