A man and a van ’cross the road I did see,
A voice in my mind said, ‘Go out, you are free!’
I stepped out to spy what the world had in store,

A slobbering dog sat, immense, at the door.
It’s fur was so golden, it’s teeth stained with age,
The slobber fell off, like a scene from a stage.

I asked, ‘May I see it?’ The man gave a nod,
And what I beheld was no work of a god.
Each hair seemed so real, every strand had its place,

It’s eyes told of lifetimes; a deep, living grace.
But this was no beast, though alive it did seem,
A robot! The like only built in a dream.

The man, surely genius, the cleverest one,
Had crafted a dog that shone bright as the sun.
I turned back in awe, mind abuzz with the thought:

If such things can live, what else might be wrought?