Robin Hood's Barn 



Brings the stag with antlers down 



For a doe-skin belt. 

 Tiger's jagged lightning stripes. 



Panther's sleek black hide, 

 She must wear as ornament. 



Robing for her pride. 



How shall I blame Artemis? — 



I, who wear a coat, 

 Lined with tiny squirrel skins 



Soft at wrist and throat. 

 Trimmed with beaver's borrowed warmth. 



Pretty, so I think, — 

 Though I wish I could afford 



Richer gloss of mink. 



I would free a silver fox 



From the hunter's trap; 

 Yet how carelessly I buy 



Beauty, for a wrap. 



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