Riverbank’s other denizen, otter citizen, was finally welcomed into the league of trash pandas, knighted under the dysphemism of ‘funky fisher’—an apt title for east seaside’s saltiest swisher. ; )

Kylie cherished her gum tree for its so-tasty greenery;

Some even ascribed rigorism to her noshing degree.

“No leaf shall be left unturned.” mused koala of no hurry—

As she espied a distant branch dressed in duds not yet nary. ; )

Cat’s contemplation regarding the compellative call to which it would henceforth respond concluded that ‘Monsieur Roi De La Montagne’ rang nobly true as the only appellation worthy of an endorsing mew. ; )

Perfectly-penguin pair at hand:

Heads like mini cotton-candy cones,

Flippers like strapless evening slippers,

Eyes as black and deep as a celestial-less sky,

Down gradiented in greys of moon-wintered storms,

Feet prepped to ice-cross with toes patonce,

Chirps stringing hearts into a refrain bow:

Cherished chicks in finger-fence land. ; )

Love—not so as it seems:

Bouquet remaining means

Coupling abreast, then, leans

Away from best in-jeans

So that fantasized beams

Turn into teary fleams

Upon all futile preens

In add to crush-crushed screams. ; )