That's what dreams are made of

There are those dreams where you’re writing and you think, I need to remember this gem! And when you wake up and really think about the lines, “the poem”, which will make your name – the Diving Into the Wreck, The Naturalist, The Tyger, Casey at the Bat type fame – and then you realize that the image and ending to this great poem included watching a hawk reflected on the bald head of some man. I laughed then. But what was the beginning of the poem?

 Here’s a snoring cat, what kind of poems is she dreaming?