There, as the whirlpool drank the tide, a billow
tossed me, and I sprang for the great fig tree,
catching on like a bat under a bough.
Nowhere had I to stand, no way of climbing,
the root and bole being far below, and far
above my head the branches and their leaves,
massed, overshadowing Charybdis pool.

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There, as the whirlpool drank the tide, a billow 
tossed me, and I sprang for the great fig tree,
catching on like a bat under a bough.
Nowhere had I to stand, no way of climbing,
the root and bole being far below, and far 
above my head the branches and their leaves, 
massed, overshadowing Charybdis pool.

ThatCreepyBoy · Answer

@ahmed Welcome to questioncove! I don't get what the question is o.o do you mind posting it on here please so I can help you?