Another heteronym poem. I'd meant to write something in my own voice, but the usually mild-mannered mr hobson shoved his way in.

knowing myself

there i am in the night wind
and in the smell of mud it brings,
and again in the nacreous sky
that curls over me, and look, look
where i dash into shadows
on quick quiet paws.
this large clumsy beast
that lives in a box
and frets and thinks, oh who,
oh who is that?

-- sylvester hobson

Image info: Illustration from Outlines of the Comparative Physiology and Morphology of Animals by Joseph LeConte, 1900.