A poem in the voice of an animal whose pelt becomes hats and fur coats

Yunna Morits has a poem from 1998.

What a marvellous beast I am,
all in a golden fleece.
My pelt is prized,
tomorrow, yesterday, today!..

Descendants walk past
in hats made of me.
Their beauties, slim and slender, in furs
made of me.

...The snow at the close of day
becomes more heavenly.
Someone has sped by with a song
made of me.

Literal translation

If you think about it, it turns out to be evolutionary.

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