London’s sky

Begins to cry,

So, to the side,

Veers the ride.

While onions peel,

Hands hold wheel

And eyes trace tears’

Zigging steers.

Mind, then, wishes

For sweet dishes

With waiting peeps

By cozy keeps,

Sharing warm slices

Of biffin’s entices

As company nigh

Apples each eye. ; )

For when the pellet does plop, koi swim a smooth pit stop, but when unfed geese do honk, fishies’ fins up and pronk! ; )

Finding a chick to love, a bird to fill heart’s empty space, out-turns as a call to run an unwinnable race, where MacGuffin’s cherished cherry leaves, at pace, only sourest kisses upon each hopeless face. ; )

“Hullo and thanks, pretty lady, for the friendly pets.”

“You are like the smilest human I have ever mets.”

“If a stray would just make your day and I can stay, let’s.”

“Meow, please accept optative purrs for snuggle-time sets.” ; )

Welcome to the manor, where we do not merely engage in chores and play, but, we—in order to remain a mob no one is able to rob—, as well, pray—for our head scout watched the neighbours’ pharisaism fail and, so, we decided that faith would be our tails’ tale. ; )