14.September.25

β€œQuack!” chirped the duckling emerging in a surprising state of calm.

β€œQuack!” chimed the duckling whose story so rightly earned front-page balaam.

β€œQuack!” charmed the duckling after rescuing a dozen sibs plus mom.

β€œQuack!” cheeped the duckling regarding courage in the face of much qualm. ; )

13.September.25

Awaiting his arrival, she reread her favourite chapter’s pages before, she hoped, rendezvous with luftmensch would uplift herβ€”even if such an ideal unification meant releasing herself from head’s insistence on remaining grounded. ; )

11.September.25

Indeed, they were bird-brainedβ€”but, that did not provide excuse to those who pigeonholed them as bullionists. Sure, many of their cousins ever held fascinations towards radiantly reflective rounds. They, though, like love doves, assigned amore to the nonmaterialistic: warmer weather amid splash sounds. ; )

10.September.25

Only a season ago, penned denizens would rise to the same sight that wakes current eyes, but, now, in their stead, lies a field of iceβ€”gracing rather than grazing the dead. As their shepherdβ€”filled with brew and fed by flitchβ€”stands warmthfully welcomed to the day, pointed pang pulls memories, leading to lonesome’s profound-yet-fleeting wish: one more squeal in lieu of morning’s meal. ; )