An average attempt at an acrostic poem.

Can a wretched freak of a four-footed beast

Endure such calumny and lies? ‘Tis hard. For

Nocturnal we may be and may have too a

Taste for adventure. But on what or whose

Authority do you classify us as beings without

Utility ; mythical and fanciful? You may not see us,but

Real we are. We live among you humans in subtle camouflage. 

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