Lepidoptera let leglings lignivorous lick landward logs, leaving lea’s loveliest landings—likely, lightly lithe—leaning luck, lining ladies’ lanes. ; )

Lady lizard’s bearded dragon is away, imbibing remaining drink and providing approving wink to an up-washed Bellarmine—while she prefers to soak the sun on her treeward run, ringing rounds milieu marine. ; )

Scientists had believed dolphins’ clicks were primarily purposed for location, congregation, and social conversation, with the latter being used, surprisingly enough, not so much in ‘colloquial’ talk, but, rather, for sharing gnomology along the lines of exemplars ‘A fish in the beak is worth two in the coral.’ and ‘Flipper me once, game is on you. Flipper me twice, game is on me.’. ; )

Today is for grey,

As spirit dies,

Where hamadryad

Leaves,

Barren,

Branches,

Of hope . ; )

Oh, you silly wallaroo!

For dessert, you want bamboo???

Well, where to start?

Without breaking your heart.

That is a tree—a scratchy lick.

With non-leafy parts that will make you sick.

Also, lost of your desert, how did you find this snow?

What?! Your tail is frozen to the ground?! Oh, no!

Hmmm. Is there a snack in my sack?

Well, this matrass’s residue will make you gack.

But, my beaker’s juice might tickle your tongue.

And, these warmers may just provide freedom un-unsung.

Oh, wallaby, it is not wallabye; please, do not wallacry.

In fact, hop to a place with this welcoming guy for some well-deserved sugar-cane pie! ; )