Alas, for some ugly ducklings, convinces that they are swans will drown by doubt rather than inspire via imago as praises can often feel putrescible when reviews reflect distinction distortions susceptible. ; )

For each fur of purr in their pair

Thought, then, the other one most fair,

So as they traveled paths abreast

On such fished cat-in-the-freeze quest,

Company held sunnily warm

Via faith in felinest form

Of loveling’s fancy without fail

To walks with attached strings of tail. ; )

Pouting pup’s ruff day began when she erred in burying her best bone

Twixt an impalatable phreatophyte and an oddly cold stone,

Where roots have since time of deposit snatched it from a free-access zone

And won’t return it in spite of owner’s heart-wrenchingly off-key moan—

So sat upon mat in state of mulligrubs both hungry and alone

Lies my droopy Snoopy—not yet aware I brought her an ice cream cone. ; )

Patient watcher understandably expected to eventually sight prismatic aves peeping from their equally vivid homes, but, unsurprisingly, as any experienced espier could attest, the only surefire show would be saltant squirrels pouncing perches, riding rooves, and snatching snacks intended for species other than spritely selves. ; )

Regarding Ms. Squirrel’s rightly raised Umwelt,

Where paws pause for any and all acorns felt

And tales of tails precluding possible pelt

Abut ears’ hears when baleful brouhahas belt,

Precisely perceived, deftly danced acts are dealt. ; )