Illumination for the cenobite:

Where ambulating on pathways of night

With faith’s clement company out of sight

Readies, in stillness, co-op appetite. ; )

Circumnavigating Clementine, cruising charges create crowning candelabra curiously covering charcoaled cul-de-sac, coordinating Christmasy cataract cancelling corner community’s cecity completely. ; )

Mid-evil kitty will not scratch until you bleed,

But they will detour you from finding where they peed,

So beware lair of feline’s fury in the fold,

Which will passively aggress if you dare to scold

And heed not fabliau’s learn re cat-astrophes:

Carry extra balms and socks in case of “Oh, geez!” ; )

When protensive pose fails to reach success’s skies, up-glam its form by kicking lick whence tumble lies. ; )

Of passed evening, last work on scene was just that of bobeches catching streamed sweat from sticks of candle and, now, through morning’s screen, room’s replete rest has finally arrived—save for sticks of dog being chased through swevens’ fields of go-fetches. ; )