Love songs are for the birds via

Plucking [heart] strings: currents cross chevalet for play.

Love bites are for the birds via

Grooming [beat] wings: torments floss keeps at bay for yay. ; )

Contemplation

Via

Thinks above drinks

Re

Weltschmerz am fenster

Considers

Swapping

Strife of life

For

Henwife’s rife,

Where

Weathering a storm

Changes to

Feathering a norm—

Of

Hygge earned

Rather than

Hope’s hugs yearned. ; )

Rare, awed axis via parataxis: sun selects lucky seventh; photons synthesize Dawn’s wake; reboot’s roots ready rayed rise. ; )

Precipitation plus

Shut shops…

With weariness—

Oppugnant order—

Wets appetite

Of all is right

Until

Granted entry‘s

Graced space

Irresistibly taken. ; )

That cake take is neither tuna nor caviar.

A fiery puddle of atrophied Spam tartare?

Look, no classic, chic bancal needed for a slice,

But neither will mash meriting a spork suffice.

Awful offal offer has me too unamewsed;

Bucks on dessert deluxe or claws on you infused! ; )