Meow, if you want be,

Then, so feline, scot-free,

Stop grinding such teefs, gears

Of bird-beasts and dog-bears—

‘Cause like collared thirlage

To cat-vassal’s purr-rage,

The only way cur-tail

What scratches every ail

Is pounce-to-paw each mill

Fur mew life of free will. ; )

That which eyes

Subitize

As two seen

Quite piscine

Numerate—

Deep fixate—

Reef’s coral

Of mural—

Bit by bit,

Infinite,

Ocean’s light

In fine night. ; )

Curiously enough, if scientists could ever have access to its skull—a likely impossibility as long as myth remains mystical, they would, in fact, be able to prove, via craniometry, that Godzilla is just as historically legitimate as the dinosaurs and that its kin can currently be found in marine iguanas of the Galapagos just as passed periods’ ‘terrible lizards’ carry forth today as awe-ful avians—a heads-up that merits commitment to each of conversation, conservation, and ceaseless curiosity. ; )

Hidden between

Lambencies

And neon night,

Buoys barely bobble;

Dreams process

Why some days

They are pitchpoled,

Others

Eschewed.

But,

As honks

Head home,

Quacks

Quietly

Buoy buoys’

Snooze blues. ; )

Whilst most of the hive was abuzz at lilac symposiac

Re how to properly rub stamens on abs—both front and back,

One hon danced to its own tune, a Beatles beat all set to please—

“Let it bee, let it bee,” as it savoured sweetness of whee’s knees. ; )