Molly, the herd’s only member who preferred grazing both alone and at dusk, found herself tickled by the shepherd’s compellative calling for her: Lawn Solo—Night-biter. ; )

As miliary glows dot horizon and its belows, fascination flows regarding wonders of who knows what lies behind lit windows—whether a provocative pose or a tearjerker’s woes or an inspiration that rose or a catwalk of clothes or a confrontation of crows or a deserved-after-dessert doze. ; )

Amid canopy’s bed of red,

Covers brushed will breezily shed

As fiery swevens do transpare

For cooler, calmer breaths to bare. ; )

Each of us,

Both by

The other

And lateral

To love,

Expecting

Euphoria

Via

Peloria

As new bloom

Arrives,

Will

Radiate

Brilliance

Wrapped in odd-

Yet-idyllic

Familial frame. ; )

Early bird catches the worm, timely bird catches the grub, late bird catches the seed, and this bird catches the vinegaroon, gets sprayed, repels all the other birds via sourest scent, and lives out the rest of its days wretchedly alone—and unfed of both food and fortune. ; )