Snoring above each toss and turn,

She ground through sleeping like a quern;

And, now, as morning eyes do burn,

Toasty nap nexts for yawn to yearn. ; )

Flight:

Solitarily soars

As

Engine roars

With

Seats shaking like a sistrum

While

Feats elevate the system

To

Liberty’s lead

Via

Cruising speed

Such that

United points above,

Together,

Create what is out of

Sight:

Unique minds

Sharing all kinds. ; )

Uma ultimately preferred fishy’s silent-yet-sunny personality amid a blue-lit tint over the ululant overtures provided by red-carpeted kits and pups during each foster stint. ; )

Sprocket’s objurgatory tongue tripped those who continued to argue that green was the least easy hue by which the self could be cloaked.

“Camouflage for Sacramento frogs will ever pass the stick-moss test,” he, caressed in cocoa-cream Sunday’s best, assuredly croaked. ; )

Maven of rhyme tilted her head upon reading the coffee clerk’s note.

“Think poetic heart?” she merrily mused at the oh-all-too-apt quote—

Whilst she munched away at croissant even as tumbly began to bloat.

And, while beverage mellowed, she sipped first the cream still stirring afloat.

Then, a rush catching self as the crush on whom barista wished to dote.

“Que sera, sera,” she mouthed at advice already heeded as wrote. ; )