My current situation
is ostensibly unique.
Alarming things are happening
to alter my physique.
I’m growing hooves, I have a tail,
my neck now sports a mane,
and I can hardly wait to graze
upon a grassy plain.

My ears are getting longer,
I have stripes of black and white.
I’m clearly in the midst
of an unprecedented plight.
My face is unfamiliar,
and my body’s fully furred.
I feel a sudden urgency
to join a zebra herd.

My posture is devolving,
now I’m standing on all fours,
and I’m becoming more afraid
of anything that roars.
My equine transformation
is indubitably done.
I sense a stalking lioness…
I think I’d better run.