Fawn upon dawn

Partook in a drink

To nourish her think.

Eve up her sleeve

Offered some Kool-Aid,

Hoping for life made.

Preadamite:

Foresaw in the spring

Faith for the living.

Postgardenspite:

Poured out of each lip

Deceptive, dry zip. ; )

Aurora’s brilliance of pole-setting meridian,

Indescribable by any enchiridion,

Hands eyes awe so viridian, not quotidian. ; )

“Excuse me, but could I burro you both for a second?”

“I need a pair who can help me find a lair.”

“If you could just each place an ear on each side of here.”

“There is a bun on the run who—I think just for fun—stole carrots I won.”

“Your sense for strepitus in this test will aid in locating the hop-lifter’s nest.”

“What?!”

“You refuse—both of you?”

“Why the steadfast boo?”

“Oh, I see.”

“Bad bunny is part of your lucky crew—Robinhooding veg for sured self plus two.” ; )

Demure ducky had pondered diving into thalassotherapy on the recommendation of his salty seagull friend, but he decided the fresh start he desired was right under his bill—where a swimmingly simplest solution presented itself in his resplendent reflection. ; )

“What a benignant being,” mewsed the basketed case of cat, who appreciated the gesture of being comforted via removal from the caboodle in which kit had been experiencing a fit that almost incited it to hit with each murder mitt. ; )