Pouting pup’s ruff day began when she erred in burying her best bone

Twixt an impalatable phreatophyte and an oddly cold stone,

Where roots have since time of deposit snatched it from a free-access zone

And won’t return it in spite of owner’s heart-wrenchingly off-key moan—

So sat upon mat in state of mulligrubs both hungry and alone

Lies my droopy Snoopy—not yet aware I brought her an ice cream cone. ; )

Patient watcher understandably expected to eventually sight prismatic aves peeping from their equally vivid homes, but, unsurprisingly, as any experienced espier could attest, the only surefire show would be saltant squirrels pouncing perches, riding rooves, and snatching snacks intended for species other than spritely selves. ; )

Regarding Ms. Squirrel’s rightly raised Umwelt,

Where paws pause for any and all acorns felt

And tales of tails precluding possible pelt

Abut ears’ hears when baleful brouhahas belt,

Precisely perceived, deftly danced acts are dealt. ; )

Evening of pedestals and edicules left cogitations of curiosity feeling quite bright—until academics bridged to ambulation, where lambency’s lore illuminated mind’s blinds’ night. ; )

Surely, it would be a stretch, I suppose,

To wake up as a freshly greened bluenose

Spotted as plotted far from boats and blows.

Hence, as far as this placed peek-a-boo goes,

Where any of sense hides from desert flows,

I gaffe as giraffe ‘til a new Scot shows. ; )