17.June.26

Some lemurs are dreamers,

Who wish to leave tropics for a rock fix—

Discounting trees in which to be laze-sunned,

Hoping for hopping across a bergschrund,

Passing on she-sense in an upfront role

For girl-power ventures ‘round northward pole,

Opting out of nocturnal seeks for snacks

In pref of impressing morn’s breaking tracks—

Some lemurs are dreamers,

Who feel too lost away from swevens’ frost. ; )

16.June.26

Blue topically knew that being stuck in current view, even sans assistance of glue, would remain his state of milieu until enough time flew for a descent to present course of toodle-oo.

But,

Pink autoptically saw no flaw in what physics asserted as law since she could trace ceiling’s linear draw, perceive depth with raw awe, and delight in echoed glows when she jiggled like a bra. ; )

15.June.26

Belle had wonder-wandered away from the lea to lick what turned out to be locale’s only particularly gummous tree—with sap that satisfied a bit too satisfactorily. Now, her bovine brood will only accept saccharine food lest a less than friendly mood, so with prefs renewed [and lone source spent as chewed], road trip ensues for deciduous syrup yet clued. If the mountains were dusted rock candy, that would be dandy. If the lake tasted sweet as cake, that would be a first-rate stake. But, alas, for moolasses of maple to, henceforth, be sustenance staple as pasture’s postured new fable, only way to that sweet high is a highway sweat by herd-together’s try. ; )

14.June.26

Sit so silently still on a sunny sill high in the sky.

Stalk the walk over the hustle and bustle of peeps and beeps.

Never announce pounce—a most badgering bounce—upon town’s clowns.

Alight aside lampion to aim maim like a champion.

Flail all paws with nary a wary pause to cur[l]tail the cause.

Re victim’s tears, lick them on ears post sick on their furry fears. ; )