Birdies queue upon one of oceanography’s mildest milieus—that of stillness’s setting sea—whilst awaiting arrival from bodies newly drawn via uranography’s wildest windows—of light-yeared will fancifully free. ; )

Puppy-dog eyes, growing to such size, have locked onto the prize:

A sbirro with ice and burrito, ie. Snoopy’s hero. ; )

Spots of calvity on nishikigoi would be quite fishy for sure—as would carpe diems of aquatic realm cleaned dry or clad in fur. ; )

Elephant will not forget,

But nimrod will drop the ball.

Prezzies may arrive morrow;

Kin may text rather than call.

Roos and buns, though, save the date—

For when time says celebrate,

Jumping for joy has no wait

Regarding cheers for life’s fate. ; )

Like a leppy lost in a lea, her heart for mum did plea as she traipsed alone through square with hope’s bright as yet to bare. ; )