Sheltered away

From man-un-kind,

Where land will

Foster growth

And views will

Spread right up

To open sees,

Milieu sans errorists

Lets a repentant one

Find forgiveness

Via the brush’s

Cheered chirps

And the brushes

Of lea’s breeze. ; )

Clearing the political storm wedged into the Windy City by bossism would require removing those with clouded judgment in favour of those, by points both gracious and fair, weathered. ; )

“Here, fishy, fishy, fishy!” cries the gull for its wishy.

*Swoopity-swoop*.

*Peck-peck-peck*.

“A pottle of sea? The heck?”

Dive redux—one and a two…

“That whale was camoed bright blue!”

Will the charmed time be the third?

“Tasty!” smackereled fed bird! ; )

While a mazer turns into a vessel of glee, ave in-and-on-lasers as king’s fisher of sea.

Both may be spotted as wings of man of a kind—either whooping or swooping for a catch to dine. ; )

Then, one day, I met a stray and asked for its name.

“Meow name is Artemis,” purred the kit quite tame.

She had no place, so I offered my sill with a view.

“Oh! If it fits my furry bits, I will sits! Mew-mew!”

Soon afterwards, I noticed joy had turned from void to caboodle.

Could it be that life’s purpose was more than the drive to canoodle?

It was still all Greek to me, so I shared some yogurt with Artie.

“Meow, some tuna too would make this snack purr-fect—and hearty!”

At that, I realized how much balance she had to my life brought.

“And, could mew please warm some almond milk for me, but not too hot?”

Modern-day theoxenia had crossed my hearth all of a sudden—

Love by way of kindness, wrapped in a basket, and cute as a button. ; )