Well, ‘paca’s oats shall remain caggy in their pail

As long as fields flourish [for nourish] without fail. ; )

Alas, cat-scratch fever incited the folks to yell.

Could such a pyrogen be cured with rings of cowbell?

Cooler head sent kitty out amongst the chill to dwell—

Where froze toes turned mews to moos before a chaos quell. ; )

That which has fallen in the fall,

Around no soul to hear such call,

Within halls of sticked figures tall,

May, then, incite brabble twixt all,

But since leaves whisper each enthrall,

Ruckus blazes sounds shyly small. ; )

Sunny selection

Of Surroundings

May reflect

Resplendence

To milieu

But

Singular

In its field

Isolates

‘Til it upstirs

Elements eldritch. ; )

They had agreed to finally address the longinquity between them and, so, she waited—twixt bag and baguettes—for him to, she hoped, glimpse her first and announce himself with a cheered shout. She continued to survey surroundings, though—for while his hello was on the horizon, so were possible future hits of hikes, hulls, and homes. ; )