I once saw two snakes,
　　Northern species,
　　Moving rapidly passing the jungle,
　　Their body
　　Like two black whip,
　　Lifted forward beat;
　　In perfect concert,
　　Their heads held high
　　Belly with a slippery
　　Forward swimming;
　　In the tree,
　　Through the vines and branches,
　　Turn the stone,
　　Through the flower fields.
　　They travel
　　As a competition
　　Like a dance,
　　Like a love.
　　Robin shouted: rain