Paddlers prevised park pond’s pared population, presenting picturesque placidity per proposer’s preferred pair-permanenting parameters. ; )

Fielding florals above dune,

Kicks gawking at daytime’s moon,

Some buds reach for rays of June,

Other buds play zen’s kanoon,

Sighs inhale reeds freshly hewn,

Eyes pluck each cloud-duck balloon,

Ticks tock smack at todos soon,

Yielding yawns bask in their boon. ; )

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! ; )