Feeling a bit too boxed and desiring a new point of view,

Mick invited over his long-distanced mate from the Outback,

Who enchanted him with historical tales of Uluru

[Whilst scanning scant scene] until at him he poked deserved borak:

“What a spiffy place—not so nuanced, but definitely new—

And its colour could camo an ecru emu’s sneak attack!” ; )

Margot’s part in the ay had come to an end and, now, as her mind was beginning to—appropriately—mind the mundungus of her attire whilst yearning for the antithesis of the last third of a day, she was able to hang up just enough of her hangover to push herself into a brush and bathe before plopping upon the cot—into whose ought she wish she had last night bought and on which sharing her debauched scent she did not want—for a reprieve of the eve as held yawn met the dawn and soul roughed got refluffed. ; )

While one would not be all too surprised to find a dandy lion yielding as a pompous popinjay,

Less common, but more welcome, is a like-mind of dandelions fielding ups in lea’s lust of bouquet. ; )

Needing to still make journey in spite of damage de plumage, egrets of no regrets decided they ‘can do’ by canoe instead, so, feeling a bit nerved about modifying migration mode [which most likely merited mindful meditation], first, aves ameliorated angst by adjusting awareness towards aesthesis and, then, they set sail with no doubts of fail—even ready for gale or breaching whale—re winging a successful tale upon discovering destination’s hail. ; )

“Oh, the plethora of cherries!”

Wren fluffled with ripest merries—

As joyed song dueting twig-jig

Presented birb like a fizgig! ; )