Kitty’s day events vases knocked to shards, hairballs regurgitated upon hairbrushes, and playtime meowls at three in the morning—followed by a cat nap where a human would like to have a sat, but opts not to do so because synderesis attenuates sins by way of enpurring patience. ; )

Duckling, grown but still aloof, if I can see the beauty in your reflection, could you see the same in my reciprocation—crumbled kindness in a loof?

Dreams let me remain in places for which euthenics may not have relaying words uplifting and kind, whereas in those oneiric fields of fulfilled peace, I can ever alight on each perfect, petaled space of mind. ; )

And, the meerkat scout, provided a boost by his warthog bestie’s hogback, does espy in the lea—far, far away—that standout for the lookout: a gem in the seas below most knees that bends for no breeze and brights milieus with ease. ; )

Feeling head-hung, she traipsed to the shore’s head, where she hung her arms over the boardwalk’s railing to finger-dance a wave to the sandpiper—and, unbeknownst to both regarding its reciprocity, in that moment, they each saw the other through the warmthful hues of rose-coloured glasses.