Riddle 4 Oct 08
The yellow sea is my home,
Upon four legs my brothers roam,
Clay skinned men with feather hair,
Killed us for food with great care
Once our forms darkened the land,
Now so few of us still stand,
My tongue is sweet the choicest meat,
But for horn and hide the hunter ride
They came the ones over proud,
Bringing thunder with face of cloud,
Just our treasures the hunters sought,
Then left us on the ground to rot
What am I?
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