Some hearts are filled—almost, but not quite—to bursting line by blown kisses that help them rise up to realm of inspiring star wishes.

Some hearts are filled by gas of a matrass, so, even with initial chemistry, they eventually separate—alas.

Whether heart is filled by elements noble or those inert, ever allow it space to heal and away it from points that hurt. ; )

Behave like a bauson if you dare;

Indeed, you may even win my stare.

But, if you do prod and pout some more,

Your last act will end up on the floor. ; )

No, I am not a cat; I am a uni-kitty and this is my appropriate hat.

No, I am not charcoal; I am snowy and my roomie is a fumacious vole.

No, I am not content; I am outrageously irritated precisely fifty-one percent.

No, I am not a witch’s pet; I am a sorceress supreme who flies by private jet.

No, I am not bad luck; I spread feline fortune to every allergic schmuck.

No, I am not a mouser; I—see above—advocate passionately as the district’s most highly-regarded rodent houser.

No, I am not a fan of ‘the nip’; I prefer to roll around in tepid Cool Whip.

No, I did not give you a slow blink; I am, though, quickly becoming aware that, curiously, ‘catching on’ may not be your forte, pink. ; )

Well, they can keep their scribbled desks and rolly chairs,

Those philomaths drowning in their bookended lairs.

Cherish truths and stories bound in lexical leaves,

But forget not chromatic kin‘s inspired believes.

While tree of knowledge teaches how and why and what,

Paper reply pencils ironic thank-you cut.

Here, lessons grounded—humbled green in wild’s wonder—

Unleash learnings that unite rather than sunder. ; )

Lobby’s shop had always held a minimalistic aesthetic, with a placard of curious prices having been its main decor, but, this morning, an entire wall now drew the eyes toward a vanilla-foamed cat lying like a French girl on a mocha-hued chaise lounge, a placement whose lofty air, perhaps, confirmed not only the intentional absence of decimal points on neighbouring fiscal fixture, but, as well, the purposed presence of a complement to framed feline’s signature—an across written brocard, which, of course, aptly read: Res ipsa loquitur. ; )