Whilst the other pens begin their March with a most formal promenade, these love birds pref to swing as sweets, up-lifting like robust cassonade. ; )

Catching zs upon each pillowed please first tasks of queries for counted stripies—a catechetic appease twixt both too-zees species. ; )

Phil predicts warmth will spring forth earlier this year and, indeed, aves are ready to jump into seasonal song a round before their chicks, especially the leaplings, chirp us their purpose—to herald fun in the run of the sun—a ton…plus one. ; )

Let me tell you this tail’s tale of two situations. First, there is the concoction of conditioner, intended as a cream, but created with the consistency of graupel—and pleasantly scented of spicy cloves. Then, there is the salted air sans humidity that fosters fluffiness amidst the auburn aura of dawn’s hope. Combined, they have created a tantalizing twist of tresses tickling fingers’ fancy, but only for your admiring stare—never for a run through such heavenly hair. ; )

So

I

Huggle the knees

Because the bees

Gifted me these

Blooms of lea’s

Wayward breeze

That does please

With sunlit glees

Upon heart’s pleas

For those esprits

Which love as ease. ; )