The Tartar War: Parts I-IV

I: The Fog The war that held the nations in a general calamity According to official records, modestly began at sea A slender drop of tartar on a navigator's instrument Induced an incident that would be lastingly significant Away from safe and neutral waters for her taunting exercise The vessel trespassed flagrantly as all onboard remained unwise Where testing of new armaments to better to deploy know how Provoked a hail of angry shots that sharply glanced across her bow The consequential rupture through the highest power's corridor Cost influential delegates their once precarious rapport A trade agreement, months to mend, summarily was voted down As seafood flew in hot exchange before the speaker's sternest frown There hadn't been in ages a dispute sufficiently intense For eagerest belligerents to test their limits of defence Or for a young man restless in the stagnant atmosphere of peace To have a chance to his disgruntlement against a foe release The War Department, drawing on experiences of the past Preferred a cautious strategy above the fury of the blast The volatile voters were secure on the domestic front For the initial ground campaign, the volunteers would bear the brunt The Ministry of Propaganda's offices were set to swell With new recruits impatient to engage their captivating spell Instructions to the masses would arrive from them on channels wide With memos of superiors to use as their unfailing guide Investors scooped a windfall from the market's sudden closing turn At least the ones who had a major stake in a defence concern By gambling correctly on their government's combative stance Their faith in a negotiated settlement stood not a chance In short, the Tartar War was as ridiculous in proper name As it would be for its commencement to on any culprit blame A critical decision bowing to the pressures of the day Of people in a looping chain where no one held the final say II: The Pilot For Captain Scott, familiarity with his patrol's routine Assured him there was no assault he couldn't get away from clean Until he dared to make a second pass at a forbidding base Whose rocket stripped him of his plane to tumble in the clear blue space The wisdom of his cozy school, he had occasion to refute When well above the safety zone, he opened up his parachute And let himself be swallowed in the vast and panoramic scope Descending to the wild wood with bare survival as his hope His landing by observers tracked, his apprehension was a breeze To contemplate his coming horrors left him feeling ill at ease From pushy escort, freedom shocked, with well aimed arrows incoming Delivered by who called themselves the children of the burning spring On disadvantage's behalf, it was their attribute to act Inviting him to share the shelter of a hut from flora hacked Their hieroglyphs depicted as an active torch the local peak Apparently the exit of an incandescent vapour leak The base commander thought the flame too much of an unwelcome draw With hard cement he'd stemmed its hole and made its light against the law And now with entrance to its perch by somber sentries strictly manned A push to take it from the ground was sounder dreamed than could be planned The rescued man indulged in the repose of his idyllic gains Participating in the hunt and painting scenes with berry stains The women were attracted to the stranger from the morning sky And to engage his company were none of them the least bit shy An airstrip added to the base brought powered flight within his range His stealthy raid to steal a plane with tribal help was to arrange They silently subdued the guards, attacking in the dead of night Before the siren sounded, he was in a cockpit, taking flight He pivoted to see that the remaining planes would grounded stay Providing the accomplices the time to make a getaway Then arching to the mountaintop, his payload would ignite the blaze To draw the cheering of his friends and win from them their highest praise III: The Spy By embassy officials had Penelope been proudly bred The same who put the calling of a spy in her attractive head Recruiting her from childhood to eavesdrop on the guests who came For tidbits of importance in negotiations' ruthless game She had a gift for languages that made her the astutest bet To infiltrate the enemy where access to their plans was let Their own assessment would confirm her typing was impeccable And rate her presentation as both polished and professional They hired her to shuffle papers in the transportation corps An area with less of what precisely she was looking for Though movements could be analyzed to military targets glean And her employer dining with a general, she'd plainly seen To get him into bed with her where she could force his secrets out Applying her seductive charm, she masterfully went about The mailroom clerk found her request a difficult one to resist And finally allowed her leave to scan the senders on her list Her prying eye identified the only knowledge she could use Discovering her boss's love for glossy shots of women's shoes The magazine subscription struck the woman as peculiar For he who had no partner he could lavish, in particular The fetish had a deep effect upon the footwear that she chose To wiggle for his warped delight, she shamelessly exposed her toes But he seemed not to notice as he tended to affairs of state Regardless of her podia, he would not ask her on a date Her subtle passes having failed to magnetize his interest Improperly atop her desk she lifted up her pumps to rest The tactic proved successful by the invitation that she found To meet inside his office after work with no one else around The hour reached, she checked herself and moved in for the final kill And found the mailroom clerk instead with drink her cast off shoe to fill He'd buried his subscription in the catalogs of his employ In order to conceal his shame, no matter how he'd spies annoy IV: The Battle The khakis thought their bold assault would take their aquas by surprise With all they had in men and arms, the order came to mobilize Their focus was a stretch of pasture pushing well inside their zone Whose long abandoned soil had by choking weeds been overgrown Their armoured column ground along with disconcerting steadiness As fighters shot past overhead to demonstrate their readiness Morale was high enough for marchers to pursue a lively hymn And in their step to furnish an additional degree of vim But their intention had been known in time for equal force to mass Opposing them in aqua trenches straight before where they would pass Who'd lined the road on either side with crushing cannons to discharge As long the invading army wanted to remain at large Allowed to push as far as to the gates outside their dreary claim Belonging to an area that to their eyes looked all the same They opted to retire to the comfort of the canvas tent From many days of marching had their energy been greatly spent The hopeful promise of the dusk to give an interval of sleep By blazing guns along their flank, would prove impossible to keep A whole division fell at once, who'd occupied their outer row In flimsy structures there condemned to face the muzzles of their foe Determined to their posture keep, the khakis to their camp were bound Releasing planes to terminate the lethal presence on the ground The fires from the payloads caused a cauldron of infernal heat In this successful rescue from an unexpected snap defeat At night, the fell hostilities converted to a gripping clash As hand-to-hand the combat sank and through the ranks the shells would smash Machine guns peppered out on angles bent to wreak a heavy toll And flames engulfed the battlefield to make the demolition whole By dawn, the sole survivor in the middle of a ghastly heap To plant his flag of triumph in the blood soaked surface firm and deep Would find it beneficial to have had a better sense of line When his proud stabbing stake released the detonation of a mine (to be continued)
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The Tartar War: Parts I-III

I: The Fog The war that held the nations in a general calamity According to official records, modestly began at sea A slender drop of tartar on a navigator's instrument Induced an incident that would be lastingly significant Away from safe and neutral waters for her taunting exercise The vessel trespassed flagrantly as all onboard remained unwise Where testing of new armaments to better to deploy know how Provoked a hail of angry shots that sharply glanced across her bow The consequential rupture through the highest power's corridor Cost influential delegates their once precarious rapport A trade agreement, months to mend, summarily was voted down As seafood flew in hot exchange before the speaker's sternest frown There hadn't been in ages a dispute sufficiently intense For eagerest belligerents to test their limits of defence Or for a young man restless in the stagnant atmosphere of peace To have a chance to his disgruntlement against a foe release The War Department, drawing on experiences of the past Preferred a cautious strategy above the fury of the blast The volatile voters were secure on the domestic front For the initial ground campaign, the volunteers would bear the brunt The Ministry of Propaganda's offices were set to swell With new recruits impatient to engage their captivating spell Instructions to the masses would arrive from them on channels wide With memos of superiors to use as their unfailing guide Investors scooped a windfall from the market's sudden closing turn At least the ones who had a major stake in a defence concern By gambling correctly on their government's combative stance Their faith in a negotiated settlement stood not a chance In short, the Tartar War was as ridiculous in proper name As it would be for its commencement to on any culprit blame A critical decision bowing to the pressures of the day Of people in a looping chain where no one held the final say II: The Pilot For Captain Scott, familiarity with his patrol's routine Assured him there was no assault he couldn't get away from clean Until he dared to make a second pass at a forbidding base Whose rocket stripped him of his plane to tumble in the clear blue space The wisdom of his cozy school, he had occasion to refute When well above the safety zone, he opened up his parachute And let himself be swallowed in the vast and panoramic scope Descending to the wild wood with bare survival as his hope His landing by observers tracked, his apprehension was a breeze To contemplate his coming horrors left him feeling ill at ease From pushy escort, freedom shocked, with well aimed arrows incoming Delivered by who called themselves the children of the burning spring On disadvantage's behalf, it was their attribute to act Inviting him to share the shelter of a hut from flora hacked Their hieroglyphs depicted as an active torch the local peak Apparently the exit of an incandescent vapour leak The base commander thought the flame too much of an unwelcome draw With hard cement he'd stemmed its hole and made its light against the law And now with entrance to its perch by somber sentries strictly manned A push to take it from the ground was sounder dreamed than could be planned The rescued man indulged in the repose of his idyllic gains Participating in the hunt and painting scenes with berry stains The women were attracted to the stranger from the morning sky And to engage his company were none of them the least bit shy An airstrip added to the base brought powered flight within his range His stealthy raid to steal a plane with tribal help was to arrange They silently subdued the guards, attacking in the dead of night Before the siren sounded, he was in a cockpit, taking flight He pivoted to see that the remaining planes would grounded stay Providing the accomplices the time to make a getaway Then arching to the mountaintop, his payload would ignite the blaze To draw the cheering of his friends and win from them their highest praise III: The Spy By embassy officials had Penelope been proudly bred The same who put the calling of a spy in her attractive head Recruiting her from childhood to eavesdrop on the guests who came For tidbits of importance in negotiations' ruthless game She had a gift for languages that made her the astutest bet To infiltrate the enemy where access to their plans was let Their own assessment would confirm her typing was impeccable And rate her presentation as both polished and professional They hired her to shuffle papers in the transportation corps An area with less of what precisely she was looking for Though movements could be analyzed to military targets glean And her employer dining with a general, she'd plainly seen To get him into bed with her where she could force his secrets out Applying her seductive charm, she masterfully went about The mailroom clerk found her request a difficult one to resist And finally allowed her leave to scan the senders on her list Her prying eye identified the only knowledge she could use Discovering her boss's love for glossy shots of women's shoes The magazine subscription struck the woman as peculiar For he who had no partner he could lavish, in particular The fetish had a deep effect upon the footwear that she chose To wiggle for his warped delight, she shamelessly exposed her toes But he seemed not to notice as he tended to affairs of state Regardless of her podia, he would not ask her on a date Her subtle passes having failed to magnetize his interest Improperly atop her desk she lifted up her pumps to rest The tactic proved successful by the invitation that she found To meet inside his office after work with no one else around The hour reached, she checked herself and moved in for the final kill And found the mailroom clerk instead with drink her cast off shoe to fill He'd buried his subscription in the catalogs of his employ In order to conceal his shame, no matter how he'd spies annoy (to be continued)
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The Tartar War: Parts I and II

I: The Fog The war that held the nations in a general calamity According to official records, modestly began at sea A slender drop of tartar on a navigator's instrument Induced an incident that would be lastingly significant Away from safe and neutral waters for her taunting exercise The vessel trespassed flagrantly as all onboard remained unwise Where testing of new armaments to better to deploy know how Provoked a hail of angry shots that sharply glanced across her bow The consequential rupture through the highest power's corridor Cost influential delegates their once precarious rapport A trade agreement, months to mend, summarily was voted down As seafood flew in hot exchange before the speaker's sternest frown There hadn't been in ages a dispute sufficiently intense For eagerest belligerents to test their limits of defence Or for a young man restless in the stagnant atmosphere of peace To have a chance to his disgruntlement against a foe release The War Department, drawing on experiences of the past Preferred a cautious strategy above the fury of the blast The volatile voters were secure on the domestic front For the initial ground campaign, the volunteers would bear the brunt The Ministry of Propaganda's offices were set to swell With new recruits impatient to engage their captivating spell Instructions to the masses would arrive from them on channels wide With memos of superiors to use as their unfailing guide Investors scooped a windfall from the market's sudden closing turn At least the ones who had a major stake in a defence concern By gambling correctly on their government's combative stance Their faith in a negotiated settlement stood not a chance In short, the Tartar War was as ridiculous in proper name As it would be for its commencement to on any culprit blame A critical decision bowing to the pressures of the day Of people in a looping chain where no one held the final say II: The Pilot For Captain Scott, familiarity with his patrol's routine Assured him there was no assault he couldn't get away from clean Until he dared to make a second pass at a forbidding base Whose rocket stripped him of his plane to tumble in the clear blue space The wisdom of his cozy school, he had occasion to refute When well above the safety zone, he opened up his parachute And let himself be swallowed in the vast and panoramic scope Descending to the wild wood with bare survival as his hope His landing by observers tracked, his apprehension was a breeze To contemplate his coming horrors left him feeling ill at ease From pushy escort, freedom shocked, with well aimed arrows incoming Delivered by who called themselves the children of the burning spring On disadvantage's behalf, it was their attribute to act Inviting him to share the shelter of a hut from flora hacked Their hieroglyphs depicted as an active torch the local peak Apparently the exit of an incandescent vapour leak The base commander thought the flame too much of an unwelcome draw With hard cement he'd stemmed its hole and made its light against the law And now with entrance to its perch by somber sentries strictly manned A push to take it from the ground was sounder dreamed than could be planned The rescued man indulged in the repose of his idyllic gains Participating in the hunt and painting scenes with berry stains The women were attracted to the stranger from the morning sky And to engage his company were none of them the least bit shy An airstrip added to the base brought powered flight within his range His stealthy raid to steal a plane with tribal help was to arrange They silently subdued the guards, attacking in the dead of night Before the siren sounded, he was in a cockpit, taking flight He pivoted to see that the remaining planes would grounded stay Providing the accomplices the time to make a getaway Then arching to the mountaintop, his payload would ignite the blaze To draw the cheering of his friends and win from them their highest praise (to be continued)
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The Tartar War: Part I

This will echo my earlier posts for the first few chapters. I: The Fog The war that held the nations in a general calamity According to official records, modestly began at sea A slender drop of tartar on a navigator's instrument Induced an incident that would be lastingly significant Away from safe and neutral waters for her taunting exercise The vessel trespassed flagrantly as all onboard remained unwise Where testing of new armaments to better to deploy know how Provoked a hail of angry shots that sharply glanced across her bow The consequential rupture through the highest power's corridor Cost influential delegates their once precarious rapport A trade agreement, months to mend, summarily was voted down As seafood flew in hot exchange before the speaker's sternest frown There hadn't been in ages a dispute sufficiently intense For eagerest belligerents to test their limits of defence Or for a young man restless in the stagnant atmosphere of peace To have a chance to his disgruntlement against a foe release The War Department, drawing on experiences of the past Preferred a cautious strategy above the fury of the blast The volatile voters were secure on the domestic front For the initial ground campaign, the volunteers would bear the brunt The Ministry of Propaganda's offices were set to swell With new recruits impatient to engage their captivating spell Instructions to the masses would arrive from them on channels wide With memos of superiors to use as their unfailing guide Investors scooped a windfall from the market's sudden closing turn At least the ones who had a major stake in a defence concern By gambling correctly on their government's combative stance Their faith in a negotiated settlement stood not a chance In short, the Tartar War was as ridiculous in proper name As it would be for its commencement to on any culprit blame A critical decision bowing to the pressures of the day Of people in a looping chain where no one held the final say (to be continued)
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Breathing Space

I've gone ahead and got the next long poem started and it appears to be another resurrected work, though probably left incomplete. After a full day in the new meter, I think I've cleared the mammals from my head. I've bought a big tub of tobacco. I don't want anyone to worry about my smoking. I'm sorry if I made you worry. And that other problem is over too. Sorry for sharing unpleasant news about myself. I don't want it to detract from your enjoyment of my work. I'll post part one of the eighth epic tomorrow. When I finish it, I'll start work on illustrations.
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The Mammals (Complete)

Nice to have my mammals back after nine years, but I hope my next long poem will be an entirely new one. That makes 448 rhyming verses since I started inadvertently rewriting the Obelisk. Just 64 to go to finish the set. (For Vision Impaired:) I: The Marsupial Oliver Opossum poked his nose out through the leafy pile Seeing that the distance to his target was not far Through the neatly tended lawn, he crept along in silent guile To the waste facility and found the door ajar This convenient reservoir of items for his family's need Bordered on the hinterland where he'd made his abode Shoots and seeds and crumbs of pie crust, on which kin would happily feed Swelled the shell of cast off plastic where they smartly stowed In the dark of shift's conclusion, his strong sniffer was his best guide To the mound of bloated pouches holding what he sought Chewing through the outer layer to reduce some weight was best tried If he wanted long to manage with the load he brought Once he had a bit securely clenched between his diligent jaws He proceeded dragging his prize back the way he came There would not be time to snack or even for the slenderest pause On the way to finalizing his illicit claim Suddenly the animal was by electric light bulbs struck dumb And the watchman's accusation calling him a rat Oliver held both his hands up, each complete with fingers and thumb As to his identity's proof, certain that was that By the truncheon hurtling towards him with a murderous force Accurate enough to make him duck his wily head Oliver instinctively employed the threatened possum's recourse Flipping himself over and pretending to be dead His attacker was about to scoop his body with a spade blade When the rustle of another burglar caught his ear Soon as in the open, the opossum his express escape made Functioning on stimulants injected by his fear Homeward to his warm dependants, with his catch in tow behind him He began the journey up a rugged sloping hill With the eager cry of his impatient mate to rise and find him Telling him of bellies that demanded he should fill II: The Rodent Marvin was a mountain marmot, working on an excavation High in the exclusive reaches of a rocky pass With the autumn colours drew the hour of his hibernation Deep beneath a surface frozen in a sheet of glass He had had a lucky year, discovering a patch of flowers Following the flight path of a knowledgable crow With his yellow underside turned upward, he had passed the hours Hunger pangs alleviated, nowhere else to go Now with plenty of provisions and his faith restored by sunlight Resolutely, he displaced the soil from his spot Checking edges for a defect to make sure the job was done right In the digging out of a secure and cozy plot Halfway down, he struck a solid layer giving stiff resistance Forcing him to fiercely pull, in order to remove Stubbornly the boulders came out, one by one, for his persistence As his bothersome condition slowly would improve Driven chiefly by a snout that wasn't fashioned for detecting What distinguished precious metal from a common stone He let ore accumulate until he had a heap reflecting Out from the locality of where he worked alone Once the sun began to lower, having made a deep impression Tired, he retired to his cottage made of sticks And before too long, he had to lethargy made his concession Lost within the drama of imaginary flicks Through the cracks in Marvin's flimsy barricade, the dawn broke slowly Finally compelling him to open up his eyes Though a bit stiff from his labours, on his goal he focussed wholly Getting up and running through his morning exercise He retraced his footsteps as they led directly to the work site But there was an ending to the path that he had worn Climbing to the limit of the once proud mountain's less than full height With the vast remainder having been completely shorn III: The Carnivore At the close of mating season, some keep cool their disposition None more so than creatures in the tough and frigid zones For the canny Alex Fox, companionship was still his mission Someone to play tug with him and help him warm his bones Alex had a pretty sheen that caught the eye of Margarita As he circled round her with primordial intent From afar she looked all right, though quite impossible to read her Outside the allure of her intoxicating scent He pretended he had come to sniff along a nearby cluster Nodding unaffectedly as he paraded by His detachment took from him the strongest will that he could muster Of his passion's resolution, tormentingly shy Margarita needed proof to feel more sure about his fitness Though his presentation at the moment ranked the best Feats of daring and of skill it was her privilege to witness By submitting Alex to a formidable test They went to a murky hole where she had dropped a tasty morsel Whose imposing mouth was too constricting for her grasp Wishing to appear to her as of the two the more resourceful He poked in his forepaw and attempted it to clasp His paw came out mushy from his contact with a mother's payload Good enough for both of them to share a sweeping lick To another grab for glory, obvious and clear the way showed And he'd gladly practice such a profitable trick Snow White Stork descended on them, mother's fury coming straight out Screeching like a banshee with her feathers all erect But with mediocre effort, the attack fell to a clean rout Alex after sustenance, not merely to protect After a delicious supper, they went off into the sunset Headed for a pair-bond of at least a fleeting bliss Solace from the wild would the roaming two be happy to get Previous abandonment a thing they would not miss IV: The Bat Sleekly built, Nathaniel Bat transcended at the acrobatic Steering through the twists and turns of his expansive cave With his clever sound detection, forward flight was automatic And advantage in the dark against intruders gave Through the day he hung with a battalion of committed holdouts In firm opposition to conventional routine To the common schedule there were no disagreements nor doubts As they shared the sleepy hours of the great unseen Buzzing swarms of flying insects hiding under nighttime's cover They would face and focus on until the sky was clear Once together airborne, they would travel to the swamp and hover Poised to dive on passers-by as soon as they flew near Evening fell and sent them marching to their places on the runway Then in line behind the leader, to the sky they took Navigating with a pulse to keep them all directed one way And receive of airspace an illuminating look To their vision, moon beams on the trail before them were sufficient Flight conditions seemed to be acceptably sedate At detecting their objective they were able and efficient As a gang of fireflies were doomed to learn too late In a swoop, the glowing specks would vanish from the dusky skyline Bats on the offensive in a tactical campaign Having caught a soft formation on which they could easily dine And at least their store of fuel evenly sustain Storm clouds flared up without warning, drifting on a deadly crash course In the thrill of triumph had Nathaniel failed to see Deafened by reverberations, his communications grew hoarse As he veered away from his companions helplessly In the branches he retreated, wary of the crocodile Presently the din subsided, letting him alight Though to get himself back on the proper track would take a while He would spiral home before the closing of the night V: The Whale Ultra was enlightened in the discipline of locomotion Streamlined for the smoothest path through channels undersea Lengthening her string of arching breaches out across the ocean Worthier performances by swimmers few could be In the sheer Antarctic regions, fish and game were in abundance Shielded from exploiters by a climate harsh and cold To the model continent she paddled onward in accordance With instructions from a far-off voice that she'd been told It was of her grandfather beseeching her to join a meeting With the leading citizens of the assembly In their condemnation of the upright the debate was heating Since the trawlers started decimating openly They were thick and poorly cultured, terminally unreceptive Militant barbarians with ruin as their aim Up against their heavy hulls, offensives would be ineffective And in the retreat to a secluded shore no shame He received her warmly to his quaint marine life sanctuary Holding out both fins for a congenial embrace Cumbersome obstructions of construction would be temporary Transportation systems from a wilderness to trace Many had assembled in the shallow inlet's calm confinement To hear her progenitor articulate his plea All unfolded with an eye to elegance and pure refinement Culminating in a seal hunt of ferocity Mercilessly they assaulted, tearing pups away from mothers Flinging prey adroitly into fellow hunter's gob They slew half a herd at once and chased for sport the frightened others Rendering of massacre a comprehensive job Appetite appeased, there was the need to rinse the stain of slaughter Off of Ultra's gum line and about her rosy cheek In the cleansing currents of the offshore's vast and open water Her cosmetic remedy she set about to seek VI: The Bovine Gorging on a luscious pasture, Gladys tended to her function Which she understood was to excessively consume For her selfish occupation she had not the least compunction Thinking natural the life of leisure to assume As the seasons passed between productive chomps and peaceful slumbers Never did the thought of a rebellion cross her mind Even though her herd surpassed her captor by uncounted numbers To sustain their dull routine her kind were more inclined Like a conscientious heifer, she'd allowed her use for breeding Finding it more civilized to keep it in a pen But no offspring from the most concerted try had been proceeding Solely pledged to her ingesting had she been since then Hewing sprawling swaths of field to show her durable devotion As a grazer her achievement stood out from afar When it caught the notice of the higher-ups for her promotion They arranged her travel by a crowded cattle car From a gaping slot she could enjoy the view of weeks of wander Launched in a procession past her stationary stall Grandiose depictions of her future she was free to ponder From her self-made pedestal, permitted hard to fall At the railway's destination was a futuristic compound Boasting long hydraulic belts to further labours spare Though to turn from her direction was a choice distinctly unsound Standing on a stretch of ribbon, straddling thin air Through an open aperture, upon a ghastly sight she stumbled Hanging from remorseless hooks on harrowing display Suddenly her fuzzy dream of an enchanted grassland crumbled Followed by an overwhelming shudder of dismay But her barren womb was irresistible to the researcher Whose good method to correct would fruitfully bestow She soon had a busy litter of her very own to nurture Trepidation smothered by a fond maternal glow VII: The Equine Shooting Star received the spotlight as an up and coming racehorse Swimming in the ceremonies, flashing trophies new From among the thoroughbreds the most outstanding on the racecourse Crowds of loyal followers around his triumphs grew To the summit of performance, gliding strides accelerated Through the warnings of exhaustion ringing in his head His expenditure was less a number to be calculated Than the passion that was present in his heart instead His best friend, Bernice, amid his swirling stardom, was an anchor Keeping him in comfort and untangling his hair With athletic victories it seemed she wanted him to thank her Of her expectations he acutely was aware The young daughter of his owner, she'd been with him from the outset On their pure relationship he faithfully relied Application of his races' outcomes as a confident bet Had to plush enhancements of their living been applied On the way to occupy the season's hinging start position He could see Bernice upon another horse's back And the loss of trust on which had rested his supreme volition From his normal soaring aims, had knocked him clear off-track Once the gates were flung ajar, he flitted out with feigned commitment Of the thumping cluster, keeping passively behind Sinking to the bottom of his paralyzing disappointment Victory the last thing on his deeply troubled mind When he saw Bernice dismount to greet him at the course conclusion With the rival having merely done an honest deed Purpose was restored to bring his energy a huge infusion Carrying him off in an amazing burst of speed From the outside lane he streaked ahead to turn the closing corner Finishing decisively in front of any peer By Bernice's guidance he ascended to the place of honour Where he faced a multitude and listened to them cheer VIII: The Primate Holding out in lands not yet by human hands contaminated Dexter had been named by she who'd suckled his first meal Shortened from Dexterity, for having early demonstrated An impressive aptitude to pull off and to peel Still allowed to ponder as a child chimp of budding passion He'd indulged his philosophic nature to a glut Stacking his banana bunches in a more efficient fashion And engaging hand held stones to smash a coconut He was brought up decently by those who paid the rites observance But for such formalities the chimp could not sit still To their orderly affairs he was inclined to bring disturbance Acting out spontaneously from his own free will Nonetheless, his parents from their aspirations never faltered Sure he would eventually learn behaviour's rule His loud personality was bound to be correctly altered As his siblings walked him to his first day at the school Soon as on the climbing structure, innocently accidental He took recreation from his classmates out of turn Penalty's suppression to a level low and fundamental Was the blunt instruction in humility he'd learn Rated for expression making, he fell to another blunder Shamelessly refusing to his neighbour imitate There was no mistaking whose control his happiness was under For his nibbles, ordered to behind the females wait By the day's demanding end he would no longer be outspoken Shrunken to a shadow of his past identity In his room at home the peace would subsequently stay unbroken Family delighted by his wan serenity Great success from bare survival might be brazenly divided Where the rule of Mother Nature to the gates may yield For advantage's pursuit to bring an outcome undecided Not the compensation owed the mammals in the field
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The Mammals: Parts I-VII

I: The Marsupial Oliver Opossum poked his nose out through the leafy pile Seeing that the distance to his target was not far Through the neatly tended lawn, he crept along in silent guile To the waste facility and found the door ajar This convenient reservoir of items for his family's need Bordered on the hinterland where he'd made his abode Chutes and seeds and crumbs of pie crust, on which kin would happily feed Swelled the shell of cast off plastic where they smartly stowed In the dark of shift's conclusion, his strong sniffer was his best guide To the mound of bloated pouches holding what he sought Chewing through the outer layer to reduce some weight was best tried If he wanted long to manage with the load he brought Once he had a bit securely clenched between his diligent jaws He proceeded dragging his prize back the way he came There would not be time to snack or even for the slenderest pause On the way to finalizing his illicit claim Suddenly the animal was by electric light bulbs struck dumb And the watchman's accusation calling him a rat Oliver held both his hands up, each complete with fingers and thumb As to his identity's proof, certain that was that By the truncheon hurtling towards him with a murderous force Accurate enough to make him duck his wily head Oliver instinctively employed the threatened possum's recourse Flipping himself over and pretending to be dead His attacker was about to scoop his body with a spade blade When the rustle of another burglar caught his ear Soon as in the open, the opossum his express escape made Functioning on stimulants injected by his fear Homeward to his warm dependants, with his catch in tow behind him He began the journey up a rugged sloping hill With the eager cry of his impatient mate to rise and find him Telling him of bellies that demanded he should fill II: The Rodent Marvin was a mountain marmot, working on an excavation High in the exclusive reaches of a rocky pass With the autumn colours drew the hour of his hibernation Deep beneath a surface frozen in a sheet of glass He had had a lucky year, discovering a patch of flowers Following the flight path of a knowledgable crow With his yellow underside turned upward, he had passed the hours Hunger pangs alleviated, nowhere else to go Now with plenty of provisions and his faith restored by sunlight Resolutely, he displaced the soil from his spot Checking edges for a defect to make sure the job was done right In the digging out of a secure and cozy plot Halfway down, he struck a solid layer giving stiff resistance Forcing him to fiercely pull, in order to remove Stubbornly the boulders came out, one by one, for his persistence As his bothersome condition slowly would improve Driven chiefly by a snout that wasn't fashioned for detecting What distinguished precious metal from a common stone He let ore accumulate until he had a heap reflecting Out from the locality of where he worked alone Once the sun began to lower, having made a deep impression Tired, he retired to his cottage made of sticks And before too long, he had to lethargy made his concession Lost within the drama of imaginary flicks Through the cracks in Marvin's flimsy barricade, the dawn broke slowly Finally compelling him to open up his eyes Though a bit stiff from his labours, on his goal he focussed wholly Getting up and running through his morning exercise He retraced his footsteps as they led directly to the work site But there was an ending to the path that he had worn Climbing to the limit of the once proud mountain's less than full height With the vast remainder having been completely shorn III: The Carnivore At the close of mating season, some keep cool their disposition None more so than creatures in the tough and frigid zones For the canny Alex Fox, companionship was still his mission Someone to play tug with him and help him warm his bones Alex had a pretty sheen that caught the eye of Margarita As he circled round her with primordial intent From afar she looked all right, though quite impossible to read her Outside the allure of her intoxicating scent He pretended he had come to sniff along a nearby cluster Nodding unaffectedly as he paraded by His detachment took from him the strongest will that he could muster Of his passion's resolution, tormentingly shy Margarita needed proof to feel more sure about his fitness Though his presentation at the moment ranked the best Feats of daring and of skill it was her privilege to witness By submitting Alex to a formidable test They went to a murky hole where she had dropped a tasty morsel Whose imposing mouth was too constricting for her grasp Wishing to appear to her as of the two the more resourceful He poked in his forepaw and attempted it to clasp His paw came out mushy from his contact with a mother's payload Good enough for both of them to share a sweeping lick To another grab for glory, obvious and clear the way showed And he'd gladly practice such a profitable trick Snow White Stork descended on them, mother's fury coming straight out Screeching like a banshee with her feathers all erect But with mediocre effort, the attack fell to a clean rout Alex after sustenance, not merely to protect After a delicious supper, they went off into the sunset Headed for a pair-bond of at least a fleeting bliss Solace from the wild would the roaming two be happy to get Previous abandonment a thing they would not miss IV: The Bat Sleekly built, Nathaniel Bat transcended at the acrobatic Steering through the twists and turns of his expansive cave With his clever sound detection, forward flight was automatic And advantage in the dark against intruders gave Through the day he hung with a battalion of committed holdouts In firm opposition to conventional routine To the common schedule there were no disagreements nor doubts As they shared the sleepy hours of the great unseen Buzzing swarms of flying insects hiding under nighttime's cover They would face and focus on until the sky was clear Once together airborne, they would travel to the swamp and hover Poised to dive on passers-by as soon as they flew near Evening fell and sent them marching to their places on the runway Then in line behind the leader, to the sky they took Navigating with a pulse to keep them all directed one way And receive of airspace an illuminating look To their vision, moon beams on the trail before them were sufficient Flight conditions seemed to be acceptably sedate At detecting their objective they were able and efficient As a gang of fireflies were doomed to learn too late In a swoop, the glowing specks would vanish from the dusky skyline Bats on the offensive in a tactical campaign Having caught a soft formation on which they could easily dine And at least their store of fuel evenly sustain Storm clouds flared up without warning, drifting on a deadly crash course In the thrill of triumph had Nathaniel failed to see Deafened by reverberations, his communications grew hoarse As he veered away from his companions helplessly In the branches he retreated, wary of the crocodile Presently the din subsided, letting him alight Though to get himself back on the proper track would take a while He would spiral home before the closing of the night V: The Whale Ultra was enlightened in the discipline of locomotion Streamlined for the smoothest path through channels undersea Lengthening her string of arching breaches out across the ocean Worthier performances by swimmers few could be In the sheer Antarctic regions, fish and game were in abundance Shielded from exploiters by a climate harsh and cold To the model continent she paddled onward in accordance With instructions from a far-off voice that she'd been told It was of her grandfather beseeching her to join a meeting With the leading citizens of the assembly In their condemnation of the upright the debate was heating Since the trawlers started decimating openly They were thick and poorly cultured, terminally unreceptive Militant barbarians with ruin as their aim Up against their heavy hulls, offensives would be ineffective And in the retreat to a secluded shore no shame He received her warmly to his quaint marine life sanctuary Holding out both fins for a congenial embrace Cumbersome obstructions of construction would be temporary Transportation systems from a wilderness to trace Many had assembled in the shallow inlet's calm confinement To hear her progenitor articulate his plea All unfolded with an eye to elegance and pure refinement Culminating in a seal hunt of ferocity Mercilessly they assaulted, tearing pups away from mothers Flinging prey adroitly into fellow hunter's gob They slew half a herd at once and chased for sport the frightened others Rendering of massacre a comprehensive job Appetite appeased, there was the need to rinse the stain of slaughter Off of Ultra's gum line and about her rosy cheek In the cleansing currents of the offshore's vast and open water Her cosmetic remedy she set about to seek VI: The Bovine Gorging on a luscious pasture, Gladys tended to her function Which she understood was to excessively consume For her selfish occupation she had not the least compunction Thinking natural the life of leisure to assume As the seasons passed between productive chomps and peaceful slumbers Never did the thought of a rebellion cross her mind Even though her herd surpassed her captor by uncounted numbers To sustain their dull routine her kind were more inclined Like a conscientious heifer, she'd allowed her use for breeding Finding it more civilized to keep it in a pen But no offspring from the most concerted try had been proceeding Solely pledged to her ingesting had she been since then Hewing sprawling swaths of field to show her durable devotion As a grazer her achievement stood out from afar When it caught the notice of the higher-ups for her promotion They arranged her travel by a crowded cattle car From a gaping slot she could enjoy the view of weeks of wander Launched in a procession past her stationary stall Grandiose depictions of her future she was free to ponder From her self-made pedestal, permitted hard to fall At the railway's destination was a futuristic compound Boasting long hydraulic belts to further labours spare Though to turn from her direction was a choice distinctly unsound Standing on a stretch of ribbon, straddling thin air Through an open aperture, upon a ghastly sight she stumbled Hanging from remorseless hooks on harrowing display Suddenly her fuzzy dream of an enchanted grassland crumbled Followed by an overwhelming shudder of dismay But her barren womb was irresistible to the researcher Whose good method to correct would fruitfully bestow She soon had a busy litter of her very own to nurture Trepidation smothered by a fond maternal glow VII: The Equine Shooting Star received the spotlight as an up and coming racehorse Swimming in the ceremonies, flashing trophies new From among the thoroughbreds the most outstanding on the racecourse Crowds of loyal followers around his triumphs grew To the summit of performance, gliding strides accelerated Through the warnings of exhaustion ringing in his head His expenditure was less a number to be calculated Than the passion that was present in his heart instead His best friend, Bernice, amid his swirling stardom, was an anchor Keeping him in comfort and untangling his hair With athletic victories it seemed she wanted him to thank her Of her expectations he acutely was aware The young daughter of his owner, she'd been with him from the outset On their pure relationship he faithfully relied Application of his races' outcomes as a confident bet Had to plush enhancements of their living been applied On the way to occupy the season's hinging start position He could see Bernice upon another horse's back And the loss of trust on which had rested his supreme volition From his normal soaring aims, had knocked him clear off-track Once the gates were flung ajar, he flitted out with feigned commitment Of the thumping cluster, keeping passively behind Sinking to the bottom of his paralyzing disappointment Victory the last thing on his deeply troubled mind When he saw Bernice dismount to greet him at the course conclusion With the rival having merely done an honest deed Purpose was restored to bring his energy a huge infusion Carrying him off in an amazing burst of speed From the outside lane he streaked ahead to turn the closing corner Finishing decisively in front of any peer By Bernice's guidance he ascended to the place of honour Where he faced a multitude and listened to them cheer (to be continued)
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