That which caused this head-turned pupper to balk its walk?

Dashed what surreptitiously round that border wall?

Or, from leaf-slicked copestone, did a squirrel just fall?

Why is mum’s best friend now in this glade all alone?

Was not she just beside me with pocketed bone?

These leaves are surely alive—they skitter and squeak!

Oh my! How can I survive forest fright so bleak?!

Wait! Who is calling my name by familiar voice?

Ghost’s spooky trick? Yelp noise! Hooman with stick? Rejoice!

Huh? She just paused to pick Newtoned apples for pie?

*That* was the thump of lore that led me to cry why?

Okay, back on track—towards dessert—is awesome.

Phew! Brisk whisk, wild’s risk—keeps paws on toes in autumn! ; )

For no more karoshi, work like a dandelion: by petals for sunning rather than pedals for running, through blowing—instead of owing—clocks, and in accordance with leaves, roots—not heaves, boots. ; )

Indisputably, two heads are better than one. But, lies there proof—within the fielded standards of neuroethics—that, say, three queens always beat a pair regarding confirmation of cognitive capacity? For what of flushing a counter result if it plays participants as pawns? Perhaps, handing validity to any certain claims of the mind’s undiscovered country is ever tenuous regardless of applied appositeness. ; )

Carrie, promised she could keep her current position on the merger’s board, opted for a zwischenzug instead—boarding positions down under, where holding shares of surf turf would capture winning waves whilst checking mates’ materialism at their played-players’ door. ; )

Please, stop bleaching anemonefish’s abode;

Clowning such mishanter will surely only goad

Now meanemesisfish held to mnemonic ode:

“Karma-harma to warming’s laughers’ callous code!” ; )