Lilies eyed wide for noon’s robust rays whilst blinkard banned them by hand to face.

Now, both petals and palms are settling down for a sip as sun saunters down for its slip.

Time for either bee or tea, entering eve enchants easily. ; )

Heron alit.

Air on? Legit.

Miyagi’s crane—

Ave cannot feign.

Ref as a gull

Golds bird meedful.

Winner, winner

Checks each kicker.

Then, to the nest

Wings fleeting rest—

Fore steps of quest

Ask more of best. ; )

“Excellent!” emitted Sam-Sam twixt his bites. “My ESP worked on that bipedal bumbler, who planted in the yard a plethora of peanut plants to a most ecologically empowering ecesis.” ; )

Pappi of multeity huddle in a sphere.

Soon, they will empty their nest via here to there.

Up-growing will, then, be each seed’s pressure to bear.

So, both by and with roots, they will fare fine with air. ; )

Terri bested that hare by a hair—of the chin, not the nose, by the way—by crossing first the tape and, now, our spry-albeit-dry purposed tortoise continues on her way—to preserve the vibe with an imbibe at the riverscape, where Myrtle and Shelly are waiting to welcome their winsome winner to a classy, grassy—with a side of sassy—dinner. ; )