Wading aves on first date try a stone instead of the sea, but rocks are hard places to find nosh, so they send bills to the tourists at the tavern-with-a-view, where they peculate the purses proofed with beach-worthy dubbin, albeit not resistant to hungered storklets stomping for some novel grubbin’ before they proceed with some wing-ed lovin’. ; )

When fear that finds fragility finagles fortitude into fetal form, I wish chest’s tingles would turn self into a noble nahual—one whom primal pains would perceive as predator rather than prey. : )

Piscine scene is no longer serene as crabby kraken scowls upon the sea and, like spudgers seeking to skewer swimmers-a-scream, taps tentacles to trench until recipro-stared one is chosen to serve solitude both in and around the mug of woesome wench. : P

Lepidoptera too close to fiery blame never the same, but if heat squints its temper at fragile flyer—just a bit, the allure of storied wings’ doublure will in-wisp wonder worth a sit. ; )

For each day we walk, whether with intention or not, through fields of aceldama, it is required of us, whether interested or not, to cleanse our stroll of that which upon our spirit tolls—and this wash may be known as any or all of forgiveness or empathy or love. : )