Alley cats, peachy keen as transpontine, duet with street’s heated beats in bridging fuse of blues and mews. ; )

Sandy’s preference was not to bide in a lush oasis,

But,

Rather,

Her joy was carried in the feated tide of awashed crypsis. ; )

Svitlana sketched scene’s soulful serenity—sanctuary steps starring sidelined sausage snapper, satisfactorily smudging sun-shadow sciagraphy some said sealed showpiece’s stately splendour. ; )

Horsing around frosted yard was both physically and mentally hard,

So equines sought hallan for stable to preserve comfy coze where able—

As space with thawed-before-gnawed hay merits both winning whinny and yeah neigh. ; )

Tap brings rings as subtle puddle sings

A simplest call by which to fun her—

And feet have formed side-stepped embayment

Welcoming joy waved in by wonder. ; )