“Now, which creature shall represent the virtue of valiance?” pondered the sky.

“Certainly not myself—for I am only one level above fish food.” koi began to cry.

“I hide from the heat, am superficial rather than smart, and cannot fly.”

“You are perfect.”

“But, how?”

“Slyest to safes, style in danger’s face, fastest to flakes—Sir Koi serves life’s purpose—to live by one’s grown grace—that is why.” ; )

Shooting for the stars—it just might

Result in a glow of earthlight

Leading the lost through densest night,

Or a misty fight of tree height

Amidst a powdering of white.

Alas, whether this or that sight,

Hopes and uplifts ever quite right. ; )

Lion of the sea with no more intent to bathe—

Sawing snores between frequencies of lathe and snathe—

Drools through dreams haunted by din’s every fishy wraith. ; )

Ginger’s lips laconic

Kissed a swim ironic,

Spicing cocoa tonic. ; )

Mary met mate’s miserabilism—meandering, moping mulligrubs. Meaning mitigation, market’s mirrored magnificence made milieu merrier. Moreover, Mimi’s morrow materialised most meaningful moment: mirthful memory’s moving motivation. ; )