King Fisher, breasted in fiery fortitude, stands watch, having relieved guard of grackles, anointed in distinguished angusticlaves, from continued protection of port’s precarious post. ; )

Snowy’s heart longed to be as pure as his fur-skin,

That is, to say, free from markedly ursine sin.

So, looking for pathways to a renewal’s win,

He decided to follow the pope’s religion.

But, he struggled adhering to the fasting rule

Because stream’s steadiness of salmon made him drool,

Hence Icy’s indult from the High See made it cool

For him to remain a shish-ke-fish feasting fool

As long as during his schedule of sated zzzs,

He prayed for welcoming of bear necessities:

Healing hanger by Humpy’s healing harmonies

Rather than mauling upon world’s humanities. ; )

Little cliff’s puffin,

Sat on its tufts and,

Fate did have its spin,

As attercop’s web,

Breezed onto her head—

Prompting dive for swim. ; )

As carp carpe diem, they oft find situational scales lending to the vicissitude of their vividness, from mottled in mulligrubs to pristine in peachy keen—and the melange of koi-lours in between. ; )

When world turns mean with floors underneath-pulled,

Walls can hold up a bit more than they should.

When dreams are nayed and efforts are kicked,

Swapping cancel for spancel could do the trick.

Often, though, all that exists

Is an escaped moment to stare an unbelieved wince.

But, look not past hope in oaken friends,

Who envy your gift of replanting amends.

For in a state of uncertain worth,

Within slightest corner of the Earth,

Strength of soul can find rebirth. ; )