I guess there is no context yet, and finishing the poem doesn't necessarily mean it's a four-liner ...
"Hail my friends, it�s Bellegar!
Ready for a tale bizarre?
Met a girl out on the hunt
As she pulled a crazy stunt:
Aimed her bow up at the sky,
Shot an arrow flying high,
Followed it into the air,
Like a flash she showed up there.
Then she broke her body�s tethers,
Quickly sprouted beak and feathers,
Chirped a tune of endless wonder;
Marvels happened over yonder.
Every man and creature gazed
At the bird-girl, fast amazed.
Suddenly, a deer dropped dead
And the other wildlife fled.
Its attention was refracted,
It was shot at while distracted,
Danger closed it couldn�t feel
And the huntress had her meal.
Cause of awe and short confusion
Was a masterful illusion.
Isn�t that a tale bizarre?
Yours sincerely, Bellegar."
Bellegar
could secretly pull a trick while he's apparently just telling this tale
