Spying a sparrow in a tree,
A fowler threw his net.
But in his haste he did not see
Where his own feet were set.
Just then he heard a hiss, and saw
A ribboned body dart,
And felt as though a fiery claw
Had pierced him to the heart.
And from the venom soon he died,
While watcher heard him moan
that he who hunts another’s hide