Pengy, up in arms, emits a ferocious squeal;

Icy mood ires as world’s warming does ever sweal.

Pengy, chilled, will consider hugging out a deal—

If help, rather than just more hope, turns up as real. ; )

Having spent a lifetime shepherding yeanlings to sanctuary, away from that which causes fret, serendipitous encounter twixt lamb and lion was assured to realise a welcomed pet. ; )

Birds of a feather flock together, but how do birds in a preen choose the right green?

Spring is for sweetwort: a boy pengy’s time to his lady court.

Summer is for seagrass: either nod or nay from pengy lass.

Fall is for royal fern: where so pengy love begins to yearn.

Winter is for mistletoe: when pengy kisses are a go! ; )

When in roam, wallaby takes the occasional pause, specifically to give way to a more macro macropod kind of roo.

As well.

When in Rome, wiley Bea takes up her case as an auspex, figuring lives of aves so as to lure lored Romans to didgeridoo. ; )

Lounging in midday,

Palms plant with purpose.

Light passes through panes,

But cannot touch pains.

With only a stare,

Mind opts to stay bare,

Offering no fuss—

Longanimity. ; )