Parnassus on end. Literary parody (№ 389306)

Our grandmother crying bitterly:
- Where's my goat? Where he rides? -
To the forest sped your stag.
And live in the forest village
Knackers, evil wolves,
And attacked him
No reason and no reason at all.
Threw cozy on the floor
Severed goat legs.
Gnawed the back, neck, chest
Cozy we could never return.
Grandma drags on the track
Goat legs, goat horns...
- I will not abandon them,
Because he is good.