Penguin’s cousins rest upon the rocks,

Chirper’s chirps drowned by waves’ splashy knocks.

Finding shelter is duet’s next task;

Scene has neither twigs nor up-washed casque.

So, birbies molt all their downy best—

To make cushy an unideal nest. ; )

Wind plays its role instrumental—a hold harmonious—with surfing queen and, then, its peace is balanced by it humming board’s refrain on Sarah’s seraphine. ; )

When life cuts like a mezzaluna’s massage and self bandages fall before strength turns tall, remain…last…endure…stay…hold tight—for the right to your all will come. ; )

Field’s fractaled form, questionably fractured in feeling, lends each of its vibrissa to the wind, where they pine for the assuring ease of brushes by north’s uplifting breeze. ; )

Writer’s block

Sets a scene

Where

Both prose

And verse

Remain benched.

Hence and so,

Returning flow

To think’s ink

Needs wink’s blink

Or tinked kink

Of the penstock. ; )