A bourgeois crackerjack prize. Only this must be knife-pried. Careful with the dainty sauce, the vinegar can lead to loss.

Oh human keeper, I can see you, but can you see me? I'm a clever little hunter and I'm quite excellent at it, if I do say so myself. I can solve puzzles and learn to perform your strange, complicated tricks, all for the promise of treats. There is no box that can contain me, and if I haven't escaped yet, I'm simply biding my time. I spend my time sitting tucked away in my little hollow, or hidden among the rocks, or even crammed under a coconut husk, my limbs neatly tucked up around me. I watch the world turn with open curiosity.

Between two trees string Lie back and swing Careful not to flop Or to the ground you'll drop

I am not a fish but I swim with the current, I tear through and I'm a word for hurried

I arrive in whispers, pink and light, Dressing branches in colors bright. I stay a moment, then drift away, Like gentle snow on a warmer day.