Let me be upfront about my front, for which feelings are quite frontless: that which lies bare—between scenes of my hair and derriere—remains behind this comforting blind only because your kind of mind is but a behind—to which these bodacious breasts are just fine as disinclined. ; )

Butterfly out of my business!

You should know, per the pollinators’ onomasticon, that bees—apex alighters—precede birds—blossom bidders—precede but thee—crossing crasher—regarding daisy dibs!

Let it be so, then, lepidopteran, from a bee’s CYA: X you! Zzzz! ; )

Camber’s chilling cat covers crafted chaise, curiosity counting cetacean clouds, contentment combing chattering chords, cravings complimenting captains’ catches, character charming coastal coze. ; )

Heidi’s head was oft in the clouds—if it was not heaving a push of tangles of bush—whence, it should be noted, she cared not whether her presence there was either singular or of pair—for, indeed, she was hearted a free bird and any obligation that presented in her periphery the sense of being restricted by an ornithon would, then, require flight—away from heeding such linear scripts black and white, rerouting via arboreal trips skied high—quite. ; )

That which caused this head-turned pupper to balk its walk?

Dashed what surreptitiously round that border wall?

Or, from leaf-slicked copestone, did a squirrel just fall?

Why is mum’s best friend now in this glade all alone?

Was not she just beside me with pocketed bone?

These leaves are surely alive—they skitter and squeak!

Oh my! How can I survive forest fright so bleak?!

Wait! Who is calling my name by familiar voice?

Ghost’s spooky trick? Yelp noise! Hooman with stick? Rejoice!

Huh? She just paused to pick Newtoned apples for pie?

*That* was the thump of lore that led me to cry why?

Okay, back on track—towards dessert—is awesome.

Phew! Brisk whisk, wild’s risk—keeps paws on toes in autumn! ; )