For the ave who is brilliantly brave,

Purposefully plumed in hue sky blue

Via dress of dundrearies and crest,

Part for the honest heart is to start

Each beat-beat with an echoed tweet-tweet:

“Freedom is flight from the due unright!”

“Beast in the bird will ever be heard!” ; )

Kylie leaked the locations of ‘tree huggers’ with the intention of persuading loggers to fell forestings elsewhere, allowing the cryptonym for koalas to save their kin whilst the bipedal ‘flora feelers’ intercepted the surprised jacks at their alternate sites, befalling them with accountability. ; )

Ellie’s favourite time of the day was spent twirling her trunk by the drinking hole, where—as if by magic—both dusty wrinkles and coarse crags would turn sleekit in pool’s refined reflections—ever drawing her endeared awe. ; )

“Aqua and conquiescamus for the catulus.” she self-talked, traipsing past the trio of tabbies, pulling her best play from the delectus after an afternoon of study, ready to opt, deservedly so, for the same reward upon her arrival home. ; )

Bush provides both bountiful and boundless borders to wallabies of wanderlust, but roos of reservation prefer backyard privatopias as sanctuaries, where their wonder fancies within a frame of win!-and-oh!fortunes. ; )