Juliet capped her roaring day as a flapper,

Jazzed for her ever with a gent oh-so dapper.

Dance, though, with bride-groom turned into quite a flopper

As rhythm—why sistrum?—flubbed each Lindy-hopper. ; )

Make way for ducklings.

For plushie ones, alter supellectile setting upon carpet sea before top-billing tea.

For waiting-not waddlers, guard those crossing hot-rod roads twixt each of placid pond and hushed, lushed lea.

Of course, aside for plucky duckies whose zeal of teal takes lead from mum—always, especially. ; )

Meow, if you want be,

Then, so feline, scot-free,

Stop grinding such teefs, gears

Of bird-beasts and dog-bears—

‘Cause like collared thirlage

To cat-vassal’s purr-rage,

The only way cur-tail

What scratches every ail

Is pounce-to-paw each mill

Fur mew life of free will. ; )

That which eyes

Subitize

As two seen

Quite piscine

Numerate—

Deep fixate—

Reef’s coral

Of mural—

Bit by bit,

Infinite,

Ocean’s light

In fine night. ; )

Curiously enough, if scientists could ever have access to its skull—a likely impossibility as long as myth remains mystical, they would, in fact, be able to prove, via craniometry, that Godzilla is just as historically legitimate as the dinosaurs and that its kin can currently be found in marine iguanas of the Galapagos just as passed periods’ ‘terrible lizards’ carry forth today as awe-ful avians—a heads-up that merits commitment to each of conversation, conservation, and ceaseless curiosity. ; )