Love of venison
Is insufficient to make us stoop
And hail the cow as overlord.
But here we are
Is the honour given those who aimed to behead you
For merely knocking-off your cap.
Yet here we are
It’s a hard choice
To trace the footsteps of a thief through a rocky path
Without hiring another thief.
See where we are
With patching the garment may last even longer
But those who wait for chance
Will wait a year