Slipping down the slope I quickly drink
Scanning down river an ibis flushes above the rapids
I scurry and lay in the palmetto along the bank
Trembling and trusting I am safely hid.
To be relentlessly pursued I did not choose
A rebellious slave fleeing captivity
Too long the chased nature to lose
Shivering amid the ticks to remain free.
How easily my Master could capture
But he let's me run with abandon
Living wild in this hostile nature
My chain trail so visible in the soft sand.
And this captivity of which I flee
Is the very thing that so draws me.
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