02.November.18


Neither eyes nor paws are begging for food; this is the univocal look of moi in a dancing mood.

Though, if you have a snack, I will take it off your hands; it beats worting for worms in grassy yard lands.

Most deft I am at conga and limbo and bunny hop; fanions as ribbons decorate mother’s paw shop.

Clipped claws were connived in order to enhance my jive, but teeth will still bite your fingers five. ; )

Categories: Melange

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