Trudging the marsh,
Looking for dragonflies, watersnails, tadpoles;
My breath sucked at the April mist-water,
My boots grew gills;
My feet became two woollen fish,
Fins for toes, wriggling in the duckweed.
I brought home a gleaming horseleech
And a collection of gnat bites.
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