I. Undisciplined
With his horns fiercely projected
in the air the beast snorts,
Madly running
over the mountain paths,
farther and farther he goes astray.
A dark cloud is spread
across the entrance of the valley,
And who knows how much
of the fine fresh herb
is trampled under his wild hoofs.
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