Me Against You

Hiding from sight

And concealing his

Height, polar bear

Opened his book

Once more,

Placing his kite

And string on

The floor.

Reading

Instructions

Was an

Unwelcome

Induction,

And yet he

Began his

Task of flying

Construction.

Tying the tail

Onto his kite

He smiled

At the

Victorious

Sight, raising

His paw, he

Stood for the

Door, but

Flinched at a

Familiar caw.

Thinking fast,

A lasso was

Cast, but

Raven Rook an

Unscrupulous

Crook, was

Already

Shredding his

Kite with

Vigorous might.

Polar bear stood

Staring at the

Enormous and

Repeated

Tearing, a

Tear in his eye,

He looked

Down with a

Saddening sigh.

Raven Rook

Had gone too

Far, now

Perching by

His china star,

And that's

When polar

Bear leapt,

Enacting his

Secret kept.

Before Raven

Rook could

Blink, he'd

Locked him

In a birdcage

Clink, smiling

Once again

At Raven Rook's

Maddening looks.

Polar bear revealed

His second kite, in

Colours of pink, red

And white, turning,

He said to Raven

Rook 'I finally won,

Thanks to this old

Book'. Upon the

Floor was the book,

The art of war.