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| A Glomlop left its murky lair And slithered toward the shore, Which, over and above unusual, Had never happened before. |
| The nearer to land the Glomlop came, The stronger the ocean's call. Rolled and tumbled in the surf, It barely got there at all, |
| But it clung to a rock
in the pounding sea, As slowly the tide withdrew, Until it emerged triumphant In a world completely new. |
| For the first time in
the Glomlop's life, It felt the wind's soft kiss. It couldn't return to the cold, dank deep Without knowing more of this. |
| Slowly, its new world
brightened And though the light hurt its eyes, It gazed for the first time upon the sun And basked in its warm surprise. |
| A Quark awoke to the
first glow of dawn And leaving its sheltering nest, Hopped to the edge of the sea ravaged cliff Where, joining all the rest, |
| It gazed at the bountiful
feast below Stretched out on the gleaming sand By the generous morning tide, As wide as the eye could command. |
| It huddled in its feathers As slowly the morning sun Drove the cold, dank night away And, as this task was done, |
| The Quark surveyed the
morning's fare And, with lust shrouded eyes, Selected those tidbits and morsels Of the most generous size. |
| The Glomlop, blinded
by the sun, Found it's heat too great to bear, And slowly turned to go back to the sea And the cool of its murky lair. |
| But, suddenly, sharp
talons seized its flesh! 'Twas the Quark! In pursuit of a feast, It had pounced on the unwary Glomlop, But the powerful, deep sea beast, |
| In turn, fastened on
the Quark with such force That it barely had strength to draw breath, And locked in the Glomlop's awful embrace, The Quark learned the cold fear of death! |
| As the day wore on, the
Glomlop, Blinded by the brilliant sun, Growing stiffer and drier, exposed on the rock, Feared that its life was done. |
| Its adventure had brought
it such torment, Such horror and terror and woe, It might have surrendered itself to the Quark, Had it not grown too stiff to let go! |
| And unable to break the
Glomlop's grasp, The Quark watched the bountiful sea Begin, again, its relentless assault And struggled the more to break free. |
| It seemed, with the spray
of each incoming wave, That the fate of the Quark had been sealed, But in fact, as the Glomlop grew moist again, Its fierce grip began to yield! |
| At last, the wretched
Quark wrenched free. It fluttered away, ’cross the shore And achingly scaled the sea ravaged cliff To be cautious, ever more. |
| And the tide roused the
land weary Glomlop. It slithered back into the sea, And while things were never quite ever the same, They were just as they ought to be. |
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