Aplomb is—hmmm—a desired trait for someone who might be led to lead within water’s misty milieu, where a both balanced and focused solution would be sought for precipitating, permeating plumbism. ; )

Once upon an afternoon’s most feline midday,

Kitty found the ideal spot for her self to lay;

Like a vantage-loaf placed to ensure swap shorts none,

Calico’s content was gratis, warm—baked by Sun. ; )

Under the queen-sized bed.

Under the vintage house.

Hyped for hypogeum?

Or, just for a mauled mouse?

But, sometime afterwards…

Up in caretaker’s arms.

Uplift boosts kitty’s mood.

Thoughts, though, remain grounded—

For that is where is food. ; )

Sans flora, photos in the sense of a stoned space, structured to echo wild calls, reflected strict silence; defaunation had hit not only the bipeds, but, as well, creeps of the crevices, rodents of the risers, and wings of the windows. ; )

Kelp unfound by sunbeams had always beared bitter flavour matching its frowsty scent, so Terri, not unlike a solar compass, ever pointed her headings towards well-lit whereabouts, hoping to find herself amidst a lea of sea-greens both titillating in taste and appealing in aromatics. ; )