SeaSky: Part 4

Then they hit on the very thing
(As Murgles love to dance and sing)
A spangled stage the Murglets set,
And all their parents happy met.

"I have a story great to tell
So listen good, O listen well ..."

"Within the ground filled with their stinking grime,
Their water flowed and was poisoned with slime ..."

"Vast and sick it gurgling sighs
And grumbling coils 'neath liquid skies ..."

"Silent, waiting growing fat,
Dangerous as a plaguey rat ..."

"Gobbling up with wrathful glee,
A silent, surging, invisible sea!"

And as a the curtain finally fell
Their came a hushed and heavy still,
When breath and air were tightly held,
Then with a sudden RUSH expelled.

It picked them up in cold embrace
They felt its breath on every face,
The snag of claws upon the clothes
A monstrous wrath before them rose
Its poisoned lolling tongue uncurled,
Great fists of dust it tossed and hurled.

Slowly, puffy, the tempest calmed
To gently stroke where it had harmed,
And in that moment Murgles saw
The yellowed eyes, the slackened jaw,
And recognised this whispish beast
That stroked their hair and pricked their skin
That they breathed out and then breathed in.
That cooled them when the sun was hot,
And fanned their fires when it was not.
That carried scent of flowers and honey,
That brought the rain,
That watered the crops,
That made them life, and joy ... and money.

So do you think the Murgles did
What they had been so strongly bid?
Do you think that they were able
To save the whispish air,
And save the deep, brown bog,
And save the earth that puts food on their table?

The End