What beauty lives amongst the foliage?
Thy mighty creatures of our silver moon.
Thy presence fills the night with wisdom sage;
Oh how thy joyful life is for a boon.
Thou art so mighty with thy stately claws,
For every second thou art in control.
For thou art made to run on brawny paws,
And stare with golden eyes into my soul.
But why art thou thy beauty forced to hide,
Why then must thou keep thy power clothed?
Is Man so filled with hatred bona-fied,
That beasts like thee must be forever loathed?!
I long for a time when I might can see,
Thy o' joyous form stand now before me!