Its dark and rather chilly on the marsh, My webbed feet have left prints in the mud, Across the river swans swim by the rivers mouth,Suddenly the swans take flight,Out of nowhere come flashes of light, A flying swan drops with a splosh into the river,Flounders for a moment then is still. Out of the bull rushes emerges a creature,It swims to the swan and tows it back to the shore, Then a man creature rose up from the rushes,Patted the creature,took the swan and wadded back through the bull rushes up the bank.Shaking I press close to the ground in the hope I won’t be found,There comes a padding of paws and a swish of reeds,The enemy draws near,My heart cries fly,fly,But my little bird brain say I dont want to die.  Then like a bolt from the blue I knew to stay in the water, why I don’t know, but ducks on the water are safe from the foe.