19.August.26

Happily does lissome Puss In Socks

Head towards estate away from docks,

With both steady and confident trot,

Called to Mouse King’s witenagemot,

Which surely must be a trap of kind

If not a crack from pea’s nutty mind.

Regardless, kit knows what to advise:

A planted drop of prickly surprise—

Followed, of course, by reseating throne,

Including court—sans those who bite bone. ; )

17.August.26

Shut out sunshower before all the fuss

Of fine floors turned into bathybius.

Panes’ rattles fleeting come with such sleeting,

So immune to pleading for their ceding.

Down windows still preserve ups’ lifts by light

Until Ella’s cinders glow through the night.

Whether weathering either side of sill,

Enduring patience reigns where, too, rain will. ; )