The heavy rain came pouring down
From a dark and crooked sky
And on a hilltop Honey stood
With her mate Jawaljamai
The rain fell down in heavy sheets
Light split the violet clouds
And the squirrelraptors slipped away
'Neath the captrees tall and proud
How does a squirrelraptor look?
Their tails are long and full
With taloned feet and nimble hands
And ears tufted with red wool
Their eyes are gentle, almond-shaped
Their noses soft and whiskered
Their feet are padded like a cat's
Their footsteps are a whisper
The hunters pause to catch their breath
And sip a woodland stream
They flick their tails, then bound away
Through a world within a dream
The wood is full of constant noise
From thunder and from rain
So easily they slip away
And are not seen again
The captrees stand like parasols
Growing thick upon the hills
And rain pours down in endless streams
From their glowing foxfire gills
Beneath the wood are countless caves
All braced by roots entwined
With many rooms comfortably filled
With basalt shelves moss-lined
The captree roots and jumbled stones
Hide a dozen hidden nooks
Each lit by glowing mushroom lamps
With stacks of cryptic books
And here and there a gentle stream
Trickles down from a narrow hole
To mix with hot springs welling up
In a pleasant fern-screened bowl
To the north, the forest breaks
Beneath a vast benighted sea
There stands the master of the wood
With one trunk split in three
Its ruffled cap is scallop-like
Its trunk is smooth and white
The waves lap gently at its feet
Through that long eternal night
'Tis in this world that Honey lives
Beneath that forever midnight sky
In the shadows of the captree groves
With her mate Jawaljamai