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Whisper and the Homba-

Sweeping across the land through light
From the eyes of Frith the story begins,
A vantage point of some great height.
To start the tale we must move quickly
Through brambles thick and awful prickly
And with this story I promise you grins.
Th’rabbit we seek is rather sickly
Though, through the sickness I’m sure he wins.

“I’m tired of this ill when will it quit?”
“Be patient my little sweet bud of spring
If you sit still you’ll soon be fit.”
“Mother, please don’t say things like that
It’s not my name and I’ve already sat.”
“Watch closely as the feathered bird takes wing
The quiet pond with its surface so flat
Just watch, and listen to the sparrow sing.”

“Mother it only makes me sad
For I’m not able to fly along too
I wish I could, I’d be so glad
To careen across the verdant field
So that all the blades of grass would yield,
Mother, these are the things I want to do
Go out to play under good Frith’s shield
But instead, I must sit at home with you.”

“Whisper, I’m tired of all your fuss
I’m serious please just sit here at home,
Or more than just your fur I’ll muss!”
“Okay, all right a nap I will take
There’s no reason to with rage so shake.”
“I’m sorry dear I know you’d like to roam
There’s more than your cold that’s here at stake
I’d not wish a homba’s teeth be your comb"

Fu Inle` his mother asleep
He crept out to silflay under the stars
At night the hill seemed rather steep
Whisper reached the bottom all the same
Carefully to avoid going lame
Finally free from his mother’s bars
He fought to keep his wild senses tame
Lest his mind obtain its very first scars.

He gently grazed down towards the trees
Above the boughs cut a new horizon
With stars forever there to tease.
Just then he heard a sound close by
And turned with a shaky little eye
Then saw a mouth with which to form lies in
Whisper’s brain grew tharn as it drew nigh
Then it stopped and its language was of kin.

“Hello, roo sir,” its speech was sly
“How, what are you doing so late this night?”
“Fu Inle` silflay, homba, why?”
“Just curious as to why one so small
Would be so far from his mother’s call.”
“I’ve got a cold, and what she thinks is right
Is not to let me go out at all
So I snuck out, and do not harbor fright.”

“Be at ease little one, says I
For soon I shall give you another way
With which to join your Frith so high
But the dawn comes quick so we must run
Before the night, moon, and stars are done.”
They ran far abroad in front of the day
“Come quickly now and we’ll have some fun
Before the morning shines a golden ray.”

They came upon a hollow root
Through which the nameless homba whisked them down.
Just outside they heard an owl hoot-
“Don’t worry it wont bother you here
This hollow tree gives most cause to fear.”
“How do you mean?” Whisper asked with a frown
“Can’t you see it? It’s perfectly clear
I intend to eat you, you little clown!”

Upon hearing this Whisper jumped.
The homba then snarled and rushed close and fast
Missing Whisper his head was bumped
’Gainst the wall that was once behind him
Homba turned ’round to see in the dim
Towards his near meal his eyes he did cast
There ran Whisper who’d fled on a whim
This meal, the fox vowed, will not join the past.

Whisper ran out into the dark
Towards the field under the moon so bright
The trees against the sky stood stark
While just ’bove the field there flew the owl
Then dived as homba’s grimace grew foul
Down he flew, giving the rabbit much fright.
Whisper shivered in the shadow’s cowl
He was snatched right quickly and then in flight.

Whisper squealed up into the air
“Be silent young rabbit if you’ll be saved
Or else I’ll drop you without care.”
“You want to eat me yourself!” He cried
As at the fearful talons he pried.
“Why, that’s preposterous!” The owl then raved
“Unlike that fox I’ve never yet lied,
I should not like to become so depraved.”

Just a bit later Whisper asked:
“Why’d you save me, I’m only a rabbit?”
Through the moonlight in which they basked
Descending commenced, his answer came:
“I don’t eat rabbits, but all the same
I don’t like foxes, who out of habit
Kill whether it be healthy or lame.
And ’twas by one that my poor young were bit.

They flew in a familiar path
They flew t’wards the place that Whisper had left
Assumed he was correct in math.
So downward until they brushed the grass
And the pond so still they then did pass.
They halted when they found the hill with cleft
And Whisper looked into eyes of glass
But was of a proper farewell bereft.

The owl just nodded, then took wing
He circled with grace ’round the moon once more
And as he left he seemed to sing:
“To be of life, of it you must give
To see the fullest of what you live.”
“Thank you kind friend for your most valued lore
I’ll never of it be dismissive
And in your debt I will be evermore.”

Description
Whisper and the Homba-

Sweeping across the land through light
From the eyes of Frith the story begins,
A vantage point of some great height.
To start the tale we must move quickly
Through brambles thick and awful prickly
And with this story I promise you grins.
Th’rabbit we seek is rather sickly
Though, through the sickness I’m sure he wins.

“I’m tired of this ill when will it quit?”
“Be patient my little sweet bud of spring
If you sit still you’ll soon be fit.”
“Mother, please don’t say things like that
It’s not my name and I’ve already sat.”
“Watch closely as the feathered bird takes wing
The quiet pond with its surface so flat
Just watch, and listen to the sparrow sing.”

“Mother it only makes me sad
For I’m not able to fly along too
I wish I could, I’d be so glad
To careen across the verdant field
So that all the blades of grass would yield,
Mother, these are the things I want to do
Go out to play under good Frith’s shield
But instead, I must sit at home with you.”

“Whisper, I’m tired of all your fuss
I’m serious please just sit here at home,
Or more than just your fur I’ll muss!”
“Okay, all right a nap I will take
There’s no reason to with rage so shake.”
“I’m sorry dear I know you’d like to roam
There’s more than your cold that’s here at stake
I’d not wish a homba’s teeth be your comb"

Fu Inle` his mother asleep
He crept out to silflay under the stars
At night the hill seemed rather steep
Whisper reached the bottom all the same
Carefully to avoid going lame
Finally free from his mother’s bars
He fought to keep his wild senses tame
Lest his mind obtain its very first scars.

He gently grazed down towards the trees
Above the boughs cut a new horizon
With stars forever there to tease.
Just then he heard a sound close by
And turned with a shaky little eye
Then saw a mouth with which to form lies in
Whisper’s brain grew tharn as it drew nigh
Then it stopped and its language was of kin.

“Hello, roo sir,” its speech was sly
“How, what are you doing so late this night?”
“Fu Inle` silflay, homba, why?”
“Just curious as to why one so small
Would be so far from his mother’s call.”
“I’ve got a cold, and what she thinks is right
Is not to let me go out at all
So I snuck out, and do not harbor fright.”

“Be at ease little one, says I
For soon I shall give you another way
With which to join your Frith so high
But the dawn comes quick so we must run
Before the night, moon, and stars are done.”
They ran far abroad in front of the day
“Come quickly now and we’ll have some fun
Before the morning shines a golden ray.”

They came upon a hollow root
Through which the nameless homba whisked them down.
Just outside they heard an owl hoot-
“Don’t worry it wont bother you here
This hollow tree gives most cause to fear.”
“How do you mean?” Whisper asked with a frown
“Can’t you see it? It’s perfectly clear
I intend to eat you, you little clown!”

Upon hearing this Whisper jumped.
The homba then snarled and rushed close and fast
Missing Whisper his head was bumped
’Gainst the wall that was once behind him
Homba turned ’round to see in the dim
Towards his near meal his eyes he did cast
There ran Whisper who’d fled on a whim
This meal, the fox vowed, will not join the past.

Whisper ran out into the dark
Towards the field under the moon so bright
The trees against the sky stood stark
While just ’bove the field there flew the owl
Then dived as homba’s grimace grew foul
Down he flew, giving the rabbit much fright.
Whisper shivered in the shadow’s cowl
He was snatched right quickly and then in flight.

Whisper squealed up into the air
“Be silent young rabbit if you’ll be saved
Or else I’ll drop you without care.”
“You want to eat me yourself!” He cried
As at the fearful talons he pried.
“Why, that’s preposterous!” The owl then raved
“Unlike that fox I’ve never yet lied,
I should not like to become so depraved.”

Just a bit later Whisper asked:
“Why’d you save me, I’m only a rabbit?”
Through the moonlight in which they basked
Descending commenced, his answer came:
“I don’t eat rabbits, but all the same
I don’t like foxes, who out of habit
Kill whether it be healthy or lame.
And ’twas by one that my poor young were bit.

They flew in a familiar path
They flew t’wards the place that Whisper had left
Assumed he was correct in math.
So downward until they brushed the grass
And the pond so still they then did pass.
They halted when they found the hill with cleft
And Whisper looked into eyes of glass
But was of a proper farewell bereft.

The owl just nodded, then took wing
He circled with grace ’round the moon once more
And as he left he seemed to sing:
“To be of life, of it you must give
To see the fullest of what you live.”
“Thank you kind friend for your most valued lore
I’ll never of it be dismissive
And in your debt I will be evermore.”