In many poems, animals and humans co-exist in surprising ways, as in Playing Chess with the Muskrat or in The Elephant in England, where the caged pachyderm bemoans that he can't stand the stench of humans or in The Bear when a great furry paw whacks the storyteller's head because he has messed up the bear's joke.
In poems like Dining with Death, The Old Woman at the End of the Block, Paradise, and The Noodle Doctor the reader is thrust into surreal landscapes that feel oddly familiar (and weirdly possible). Or at an art exhibit where all the collages are cardboard cutouts that are quickly consumed, one visitor, noting that supermarket food is often blander and tougher.
Each delightful poem is an eye into a new reality. Nothing is as it was. After having savored Scott's words, there is the distinct notion that with a little ingenuity and considerable luck, we, too, can find a way out of the current morass we find ourselves in. When Chicken Licken imagined that the sky was falling, she prayed it would land on the King's head, then peace would reign in the kingdom again. Go girl