As Claire played pareidolia with the isles rather than the clouds [due to overcast], she found an earless bunny, a duckling, a pair of curling stones, a mermaid planting coral, and—unsurprisingly, since the whole game seemed to consist of convincing an image that was *not* one—a tanning derriere. And, of course, these cogitations counted themselves forth from the precipice upon which she pondered—the one formation she was not considering, but the one that was, ironically enough, most closely connected to her callipygian curiosity. ; )

“Hey! That is a ruff call and so not at all true! And, stop enticing me to hell with my fave chew!”

“Corgis are ones of character contumacious; we shibas hold personalities sequacious.”

“But, we are also in touch with our feline side, hence into the wet we can just never abide.”

“Let me *lead you* back to the terrestrial park, where sunny walks sans balks win an approving bark.” ; )

Sydney harbours both arias and airs that agog guests elate.

“Sydney, harder glow starry fuss and flares that dephlogisticate.” ; )

When oak’s ground-around is as barren as a shicer,

Generally generous squirrel turns a miser,

So beware to any arboreal fur-loner

Intent on presenting sly self as a purloiner—

For Samantha sees each cheeky sneak as a clear flounce,

Calling ready tail to flail and pound-of-ounce to pounce! ; )

Loneliness leans life’s lingering light limp,

Cascades sorrow horizontally jimp;

Feelings fall flat upon each cracking crimp,

Where weathered wonderments weigh woe’s worn wimp. ; )