From Dr Lovehart Grandwyn's accounts on Darwin IV;
He bounds effortlesly upon the gelatinous ocean,
like a child upon a trampoline,
but he searches for his mate,
To my eyes unseen.
He seemed so compassionate,
flustered and sad,
the Stripewing's outloo appeared quite bad.
I found him weeks later,
His wings were torn,
his phallus was that of a depressed satyr.
He pinged breifly,
solemnly, depressedly, one might have said,
He wept for his love, and laid down, dead.