Soars almost a swarm,

Yet uniquely calm,

Strike at unknown points

As awe becomes dwalm.

Chaotic order

Thus reflects in mind:

Paths just may be right

That one cannot find. ; )

When I was but a bantling, I would pooh-pooh that yellow bear whenever he proceed to, “Think, think, think.”

Now that I use my senses for battling for better, cogitations sweeter than honey do link-link-link. ; )

London’s sky

Begins to cry,

So, to the side,

Veers the ride.

While onions peel,

Hands hold wheel

And eyes trace tears’

Zigging steers.

Mind, then, wishes

For sweet dishes

With waiting peeps

By cozy keeps,

Sharing warm slices

Of biffin’s entices

As company nigh

Apples each eye. ; )

For when the pellet does plop, koi swim a smooth pit stop, but when unfed geese do honk, fishies’ fins up and pronk! ; )

Finding a chick to love, a bird to fill heart’s empty space, out-turns as a call to run an unwinnable race, where MacGuffin’s cherished cherry leaves, at pace, only sourest kisses upon each hopeless face. ; )