These autumn beasts crouch in a hush
Each to each
Their long golden fur radiant in the sunset
Unmoving, like statues set in place
Set in the place
The beasts lower their heads
Laying their one white horn to earth
And close their eyes
When finally the sun is gone and the gloom of night draws over them
The beasts lower their heads
Laying their one white horn to earth
And close their eyes
