Yes, Marie was a notably quiet soul, but that was the extent of her mousehood—for her focus, drive, and deftness lent her more towards the likeness of a fox—or any piercing proxy with equivalent moxie. ; )

We shall rule over the skies

As our beacon does so rise—

With heat driving forward course

And air supplying live soars;

This diarchy’s equals set

Sunnier days for yet’s met. ; )

As I prepped a new mixture—I hoped, properly ratioed—for the seedlings, Jupiter waited quite earnestly outside the gate, wishing that I would welcome him into my space, innocently unaware that in order for the experiment to elicit an epiphany, his particular life form would remain ever excommunicated—for hi-paws is nemesis to hypothesis of ecopoiesis. ; )

Flawless complexion

Makes

Up

To be forgotten

What is still nook-shotten—

Via

Views

That remain away

From each comely cay. ; )

Be aware where wolves may

Enjoy frolic of play,

Rightly, re turnskin’s day—

As kin turn kinder way

To uplift as beasts say:

“Carry haired fairy’s ray.” ; )