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