It stands up to the heat.
It loosens to let out what is holding.
It moves over the land.
Carrying a package on it´s shoulders.
The sun roasts above, energy is depleted,
The beast roams over pasture reserves
It´s hump releasing the stored heat.
That chunk of fat that serves.
Among the herd.
Zebu cool, the proof is,
unwithering hardy hooves.
iron stomachs.
No shady shack.
Just a hump of fat.
to be shelter as a roof is.
Looks a tad weird, truth is.
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