Oh, give me a break! I just finished calculating how much timber your woodchuck pal could discard and, now, I have been solicited to draft an ogive depicting your seasonal consumption of legumes. This is nuts! ; )

Stay grounded, even when head hums feared phantasms in the sky.

Pat your heart, even when taphephobia prompts a shrill cry.

Flap your wings, especially when strikes of shrikes are edging nigh.

Spread your love, especially when it gives doubters paths to fly.

Feed your soul with hope so that for each life beat, rebound is sweet. ; )

Indicia of buzzworthiness?

Where bee’s knees alight?

Where sun beams most bright?

Where beauty awes sight?

Or, where ‘happening right now’ stings ‘might’. ; )

Silly firefox!

Your ears are not petals!

Your tail rings are not leaves!

As amongst proud plant posse you may bloom,

Red fur cannot photosynthesise! Please!

Your wish blinks flash photopsia—just that!

No sun to sugar, you bright shining cat!

Though, unlike a day’s daisy’s lovesick bud,

Unsure of which Valen-fate will be picked,

Rest assured that if you come down from there,

Your—not my—face will be the one lovingly licked! ; )

Psychotomimetic stare espies not a bear

Donning grizzled arch of its unbreakable back—

But, rather, sees a camel-duck of ruffled wear

Out-spitting water as it emits each quack-quack. ; )