Twixt serenity’s love and alluvion’s awe lie the moments we step into realisation that life is both undreamt and impactful.

Kitty’s day events vases knocked to shards, hairballs regurgitated upon hairbrushes, and playtime meowls at three in the morning—followed by a cat nap where a human would like to have a sat, but opts not to do so because synderesis attenuates sins by way of enpurring patience. ; )

Duckling, grown but still aloof, if I can see the beauty in your reflection, could you see the same in my reciprocation—crumbled kindness in a loof?

Dreams let me remain in places for which euthenics may not have relaying words uplifting and kind, whereas in those oneiric fields of fulfilled peace, I can ever alight on each perfect, petaled space of mind. ; )

And, the meerkat scout, provided a boost by his warthog bestie’s hogback, does espy in the lea—far, far away—that standout for the lookout: a gem in the seas below most knees that bends for no breeze and brights milieus with ease. ; )