Peteroo's Blog

Golden bunnies bask in day’s sunnies.

Hoppers begin to laze with feelings of malaise.

Rabbits want a nap, not a nauseous afterclap.

Ears backlins twitch and turn; cute is not this heartburn.

Every Easter yever kids treat too quick, then, in summer, each spare hare, as well, turns sick.

Cocoa is yum, even for a cottontail, but to avoid a melt or a break belt, please, instead, compose the self with kale. ; )

No more horsing around; let us draw up an evening of brightful fun with rounding horses.

And, if the power breaks, we can limn calligrams of the bouncing lambs with our colouring resources.

Carousel’s vivacious melody has animal troupe expressing plaudits with skips and springs.

In sync, illuminated regalia complement creatures’ personalia while riders’ joys lead to smiles and sings. ; )

Sci-guy sits in room with both tome and telescope, turning that which was unsure into that which can be seen.

Space-gal stands on a plutino with both e-book and ESP, ferreting out a shore’s just un-undiscovered scene.

Finding knowledge in a vast may stack the mind with both doubts and haze, but the win is oft not in the middle—remember top bins, as well, are our space. ; )

As I am beholden to myself to find peace amidst areas of angst, eyes close for a silent song of a diphthong that goes “loi, loi, loi” instead of “la, la, la”.

If thoughts wander or fray or break, meditative breaths weave back together mind’s fragile fortitude with both heddle and mettle.

Then, somewhere between a sinistral lean and a dextral tilt, a halcyonic hello is inner-heard, a rock upon which my serenity is built. : )

Bad seeds grow too, but into who?

Will they sprout a cullion engaged in ambitus or will they grow empathetic kindness plus?

Roots are strong or roots are weak.

Then, midriff tall or midriff meek.

Is it axiomatic what will bloom, whether salvation or whether doom?

How we start is not how we end; light rays all no matter where they bend.

That growth is change is life’s benefit—for any can bud good whose soul is love-lit. : )