I came up from a swamp where I lived in the muddy marshes;
On my shiny belly I crawled onto the shore;
Finding it cool in the branches, I stayed with the owls;
It was a lot better than sliding around with eels.
There was always moonlight in the branches amongst the owls;
I waited for night as carefully as some lay traps;
I watched the spoondrift veils of a prowling lady
Who stepped down out of the moon, and came to me.
In the topmost branches, together we lay in a nest
I made of eagle feathers, leaves and smoke:
I never want to go back to the slimy swamp-
Although I can hear, faroff, my parents howl.
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