Each cacodemon and shadow goon,

Hides from searching of sky’s flashlight moon,

For mischievous intent, set and keen,

Pounces from darkness on Halloween. ; )

When writer’s block—well, writer’s iceberg—needs interstadial inspiration, a toe-tapper’s warmthful frisson may just ignite the sinking of idle input. ; )

This meow-scowl’s affect does not mince,

Toward hands that tricked a water rinse.

Now, claws will ball wet fur and chinse,

Pegged-scratched legs ‘til perp’s repent-wince. ; )

Synergy spirit twixt dear and deer,

With syneresis of ‘dear’ and ‘deer’,

Stand syncronously both here and there. ; )

Waved to heaven.

Boarded life.

Crest fell.

Burned like clootie.

Seaspray soothed.

Ride redux: woo. ; )