Can a wretched freak of a four-footed beast
Endure such calumny and lies? ‘Tis hard. For
Nocturnal we may be and may have too a
Taste for adventure. But on what or whose
Authority do you classify us as beings without
Utility; mythical and fanciful? You may not see us, but
Real we are. We live among you humans in subtle camouflage.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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