The wise old owls are up
and at it. paid for
putting pressure
on the animals to confess
their sins.

When an owl's just
an owl.
Ain't no cleaner
than the bins where the
bullocks box their beaten socks.

A papa fox sits. Found
sinful.
Damned to Hell if
it exists.

They string him up
where no one can see. And tell all his friends
that he died in his
sleep. He died quietly. They put
a fox on a cross. In a tomb
for doing what foxes do.