Olivia arched her back in a gesture of both happiness and thanks

As she parted waves with mariners who had kindly freed her spiracle

From the synthetic, not-recycled sin that had stoppled her breathing tanks—

All this via rescue that arrived as both granted wish and miracle. ; )

Oh, everyone believes matchmaking is their wheelhouse—that they know when two hearts are meant to be drawn together, but harmonies, like tides, ebb and go—leaving forever for those who endure through heats and pressures before sharing their design with one who mirrors their glow. ; )

“I’ll pack and not arouse any drama, quotha!” sighed the farmer’s wife, who no longer had guest quarters to which she could send him as it was, now, apparently, a place replete with alpaca—a house!—and llama. ; )

They had flocked together—as a feathered fortress—for days of miles, but, now, nature was nurturing the diremption of their direction—and only the steadiest of aves would be able to weather the approaching storm of which their formation needed to unitedly off-stave. ; )

Calico arrived at the square

And circled its koi pond with care

Before hiding where she could stare

At answer to her tumbly bare—

Where like a circle-squarer’s dare,

She solved the query with fine flair,

Drawing a plan to enter lair—

With Patch up-snatching snacks by pair. ; )