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