Squirrelled away for me

In my most favourite tree,

Stashes of nosh nutty—

From enormous to wee—

Elicit feels of glee

From self on bended knee

As love is oft funny

Twixt nibbler and nibblee

When stash of nature’s free

Leads heart to jumpily

Ready for energy,

Seeking seeds happily

By ghazal’s melody

Minding acornily. ; )

Reindeer tired of playing as scenesters with the holiday hood,

So they sought a new posse with whom merry mingling they could,

But polars’ fuzzy white did mute caribou’s instincts of fright,

Hence antlers and all played into paws of those bearing best bite. ; )

Booby has blues because it did not receive its choose.

How could scapulimancy not lead to fishest chews?

Shouldering the weight of finding for nest’s newest news,

Blade of bill now scalpels—lunacy as no excuse;

For feat of footing enough to quell the chirping woos

Requires rock-steady sense rather than some birdbrained ruse. ; )

The pause before the blow…

Sending spores their adieus

Forever,

Never to congregate again

As familial fluff.

Only recollected as a moment,

Not recollected like kiloware—

For purposed by puff

Is more than enough,

With one’s stamp on this

Forwarded by kiss. ; )

“G’day! Say, Mr. Roo, could you tell us what around here is fun to do?”

“Well, mate and sheila too, if you do not wish to join us for foliage chews, around the bend are paleotechnic hues at Uluru.”

“Well, I’ll be, Wise Wallaby! For sure, we will each add our gob to your mob for a noshy hobnob and, then, we would love to have your company for a hop down to the art stop to see if eyes pop amid views top!” ; )