Dorothea Tanning’s Birthday (1942) [Free Verse]

Oh, I've been in that dream:

     door upon door to nowhere,
     inexplicable nudity,
     elements that seem fine 
          from a distance, but -
          from up close - make no sense.

And then I saw the creature at her feet,
      and knew I'd never been in that dream.

   I can't fathom the genetic cocktail 
      that would need to be cooked up
          to create such a monstrous pet. 

   And then it hit me that the winged badger-mutt
       is not nearly the most disturbing aspect...

   What are they looking at?