He sat on a palm leaf going downstream over him, dark wings fluttered. As an ant he had enemies they saw him as a snack not as a shivering life. A waterfall he fell out of his leaf sought safety on the head of a crocodile seeking prey saw the beast taking a bite of a gnu, and thought horrors never end, He floats to the river ended and the ocean began. The swells overcame him he could not breathe, such a long journey for what?