Today the beasts went hunting
In disguise of toothless dogs
Loyal, even to the passing strangers
Dressed in their religious apparel
To which innocence is granted
Without a test of holiness
Trust was given to harmless looks
And much hurt and pains are paid
For that foolishness in return
Beast tendering to cows was unusual and untrue
Like fairy tales and phantoms
How wise can I be to know nor
to master such deluded wonder
That the beast and cows dines
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