Archive for October 2018


Even bird brains will often wonder, “What benefit to me is all this dang grooming for another?”

Lycanthropy seems to work without work, so how about aviansexiness as an auto-perk?

And, preference would be to abstain from daily bath. Will worms suffice as cafar to secure that path?

Also, in the penetralium of this feathered breast lives desire to be liked with wings a bit messed.

Impressing for love leaves soul anxious and ill, especially when ghosting leaves self alone with the bill.

Mind now inquires, “Can fondness for self when groomed and clean be sufficient reason to continue to preen?” ; )


Meow is the right time to come home, kitty.

You’re missed; finding you will make me giddy. Purr, purr, purr, mew, mew, mew.

This ghazal calls return to loving arms.

Beware outside; avoid undeserved harms. Purr, purr, purr, mew, mew, mew.

Cats caterwaul when they need love and pats.

Fishes are yum and so are homemade rats. Purr, purr, purr, mew, mew, mew.

Will wand plus hocus-pocus bring back tail?

Magic’s accepted after others fail. Purr, purr, purr, mew, mew, mew.

Oh! There you are with arrident fur-face.

Welcome back to trees, hugs, and warmthful space. Purr, purr, purr, mew, mew, mew. ; )


Opera House Of Sydney Land, evening’s performance was widdly and did please, a comfort away from fog rolling over adjacent seas.

Vanilla shells camouflage against clouds of both water and sky, so turn on blinking lights before shambles come from boats passing by.

Cheer for shows with either tossed petals or glitter; jeer for those that disappoint by tipping both fresh tomatoes and an acephalous critter.

If haziness is not of condensation, but of diablerie instead, then ask best act to sing incantations that will guide guests safely home to bed. ; )


Since there are no squirrels in this vicinity in need of feed, red-leafed tree has decided, instead, to baptize me with multitudinous blessings. Its ossature permits covering me even though it stands quite a bit back, too shy to stand close enough to smell my hair recently clove-shampooed. This spot is usually perfect for brushing up on zoosemiotics, but not only are the bushy-tails away, neither can the feathery-flyers be found. Will the company return if I recite a cantefable for them? The French are quite deft at the art of attraction, so fingers crossed that fuzzies will return to enjoy with me embellishment by rosy petals of welcoming. ; )


What crosses city’s street? A tram carrying a man pamphleteering about guests at next weekend’s poetry slam.

Who crosses city’s street? A lady returning from the necropolis where genealogy said her greatest grandmother rested.

Why did they cross city’s street? To celebrate the discovery of a pharmacophore showing a desired response.

When did they cross city’s street? After the book club met to discuss whether or not hatamoto were portrayed fairly by the English author.

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