Dogs and Tornados 

But not dogs in tornados 

Nor tornados made of dogs 

Nor dogs pretending to be tornados

Nor even tornados masquerading as dogs

Just a dream, a strange dream of Dogs that includes Tornados

Before, when I've dreamed of Dogs 

There would be The House pretending to be a lake house

The Dogs would snarl and bite

I was never able to scream

In this the House is a maze of stairs and patchwork rooms

Many dogs of all sizes and kinds 

Running through the rooms, barking, and doing their doggie deeds

Then Tornados

In the distance, they form five in all

They move towards The House

This strange house that moves itself

I run, gathering the dogs

Some of the dogs are now people 

They help me corral the dogs, now only three in number

The wind howls outside and so do the dogs in the bathtubs

They howl because I cannot scream

When the wind dies and the sun shines, the dogs run again un-bothered.