Before each artful act brushed by Cosette

Under space whence stage’s shone shine is let,

Before appraisal of dry after wet

From skill skated over chose canvas met,

Ritual’s right luck still reserves its get

By way of paint jars—each as eprouvette—

Christening the master’s peaced painting set

With first strokes of line brilliant as vignette. ; )

See, solutionism’s unsolvable problem—wonder—pat-a-cakes where method makes—and in that place of sensed awe, fantastic questions flow without a need to know beyond the joys of show.

Where did crumbled castle go?

Could it stand up to a blow?

Would it last if made of dough?

So, before eve’s eeked ebbs leave too many webs,

Mind the moments where plan as play just thinks, “Oh?” ; )

No, no, maneki-neko! Beckon to here not the reremouse!

Even your mouser skills are no match for it about the house!

For it costs—not grants—us fortune by the unluck it will rouse!

At bat, cat, you charm friend when at fiend, furball’s fury should douse! ; )

Life as rain-shadow skips over any such kind of toil run,

Playing—by shoes shot—to the moon for a walk—via coilgun—

So that swevens drops precipitating puddles’ royal fun

Will excite Ella’s umber night: sleet feet jump right in holes won. ; )

Pap eyed a birdie, but his wood snapped, so he received a mulligan.

Papaya’s bird eats, grubs its food snack—solely the seeds—‘till full again. ; )