Spy a fallen tree, you will understand,
It's done by the family "Castoridae," as said in
The Latin language

You may require a boat, my friend
To reach the otter side.
Dam's backed up the water flow
And has created a pond.

Hey, isn't that scat full of purple berries?

I think so, but I will just go and have a peek now.
Wow, that's a thick one,
And I touched it. . .glad its dried.

Wooden chips by the water, and I see a levee--
Levee, you know, the kind that's composed by beavs.
Slivered poplar on the shoreline, once a tree
Tall but fell to be part of levee.

Castor grips it and chops it to die.
Falls in the slough and echoes. Yet you and I
Weren't there to hear it fall where it lies.
Did it make a sound?

Query's specious.

Go, hunt the Castor across this land
Before he fells another tree stand.
To find trail, we must seek scat again.
Where's beav goin'? Where's he lead us?

Who cares? The fuse is glowin', warm.
Quick now, let's get behind that boulder.
Watercourse about to blow.