The wild god reaches into a bag
Made of moles and nightingale-skin.
He pulls out a two-reeded pipe,
Raises an eyebrow
And all the birds begin to sing.
The fox leaps into your eyes.
Otters rush from the darkness.
The snakes pour through your body.
Your dog howls and upstairs
Your wife both exhalts and weeps at once.
The wild god dances with your dog.
You dance with the sparrows.
A white stag pulls up a stool
And bellows hymns to enchantments.
A pelican leaps from chair to chair.
In the regularly recurring Golden Mean department, here is Golden Mean, the oilpunk snail art car. Gorgeous:
And here is Solstice, a beautifully animated fantasy Western short. I really hope they can further develop the story of this, because I would love more detail.