Bush provides both bountiful and boundless borders to wallabies of wanderlust, but roos of reservation prefer backyard privatopias as sanctuaries, where their wonder fancies within a frame of win!-and-oh!fortunes. ; )

Nosh’s nutritional boost to the writer’s hand takes no second seat to that which cafe’s nutrimental ambience lights in the mind. ; )

Midday’s mistiness mirrors in missus’s musing mind as malevolence’s mortiferous mission merits muted movement from men of means. ; )

Hark, angel’s arc:

Nix the doodling,

Fix to noodling—

For fishers of men

Task outside den,

Where victory is met

Not by full net,

But by casting no stone,

Modeling atone—

For even lost bites

Deserve their fights

With compassion’s intent

Wholly holily sent. ; )

Bea has rescued Peter and his posse from the jolter-headed farmer, whose crabbage over cabbage sent him up in arms over the loss of his densest head. Now, bun-buns nestle up in arms meant for heartful hugs, a care-up that could only be bettered by a carrot—like the ones prepped at protector’s pad. ; )