God’s pretty feet

God-man had run away from enemies
In the cow heartland, taking his flute
And his women to this distant island
Where he would be king and cowherd.

God-man’s butter thief baby mouth
Opens galaxies from mere mud clods.
We do not like his pretty red feet shot,
Mistaken by a hunter for a tree bird .

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