When in roam, wallaby takes the occasional pause, specifically to give way to a more macro macropod kind of roo.

As well.

When in Rome, wiley Bea takes up her case as an auspex, figuring lives of aves so as to lure lored Romans to didgeridoo. ; )

Lounging in midday,

Palms plant with purpose.

Light passes through panes,

But cannot touch pains.

With only a stare,

Mind opts to stay bare,

Offering no fuss—

Longanimity. ; )

Fear not, sailors of the easterly seas, for I shan’t steal your gold-plated booty.

As ladrone of loot a la anchovies, I am just a fair blue-footed booby! ; )

Each time I told her that she was my angel, she retorted in a manner quite pawky: “My dear, you are the honey-bunny for whom I have prayed and I am your lovely hawky!” ; )

“Oy, sir! Your cast are vanishing with the breeze, eloping past the realm of squirrels.”

“Will they congregate in a rainy gulch?”

“Or, will they merry in a grainy culch?”

“Pearls of wisdom suggest that unholding loves lost frees—up hope, an olive-juiced oyster.” ; )