A meteor from a distance has
been seen.
A group of cousins haven’t
threatened been.
Herding our goats and the
time was late
Distantly at a pasture, we fear
not to defeat.
Three possible things are to
be reckoned.
Fashioned still, as our grandfathers
told
Not to ask a strange even if
he is saint
Don’t say it is "faithful"
unless you test
And not to say it is "tasty"
unless you eat
Two gunmen came to us once to
debate
One of them is blind the
other is hairless
We squat down displaying careless
A plague has been broken out,
they said.
And the matter we look for
must be delayed.
And perhaps your cattle will
be infected soon
And the place no longer will
be ruin
One of them hangs a long
dagger over his waist
And a new gun was dangled
close to his chest
Turned an evil smile, he gave
us his back
Being disarranged wearing
loosely sack
His face is yellowy in fact
as his teeth
Inasmuch he smoked he is
hardly to breathe
Not for a while and he pretended
the sleep
Saying to his fellow, guard
our sheep
One of our fellows said,
let's going to that cave
It is a windy day and never
will it be safe
The other said, let's deal
with them
It is a trading and we shall
do the same
Flashes came out followed by a
fierce thunder
It did cloudburst and no
reason to stay further
It was advised soon to
collect our herd
Nonchalant to them, for home
we returned.
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