They thought their freedoms were worth fanfare and fizgigs, but they could not see that they had already lost their rights to flights.

So, as their unfettered dreams soared silently away, searching for unsold souls, left behind was just carrion betrayed by gilded goals. ; )

Cold-blooded lizards of the blistering land are amendable to gelid treats on especially scorching days, but if you believe that the tuatara would prefer tutti-frutti, you would be misguided; they will certainly, though, kick back for a knickerbocker glory and a dinosaur story under a shaded place of no worry. ; )

Weather’s callithump had cleared, so Sophie stepped out into storm’s trailing beats as she in-breathed the cooling calm left by scape’s surrendered chaotic cacophony. ; )

Warmer weather down-wears wooly llama, who wonders why ancestors could not have developed a more fitting survival suit even in appreciation of its efficacy in deterring past’s idolothytic Incas from incision decisions impacting irreversible injury to furtures’ futures. ; )

For the ave who is brilliantly brave,

Purposefully plumed in hue sky blue

Via dress of dundrearies and crest,

Part for the honest heart is to start

Each beat-beat with an echoed tweet-tweet:

“Freedom is flight from the due unright!”

“Beast in the bird will ever be heard!” ; )