The story goes that…
I returned from finding food for my mate…
and found her dead.
The serpent had killed her,
And our unborn babies,
He’d eaten all our eggs,
Every one.
So I attacked the snake.
Even though I know I am doomed.
The god’s daughters take pity on me.
One gives us back, my wife and I,
The gift of life,
One made us beautiful, to celebrate my bravery,
Loyalty and love,
The third had eyes put in my tail feathers,
That I may see every inch,
Of this beautiful world.

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