They had flocked together—as a feathered fortress—for days of miles, but, now, nature was nurturing the diremption of their direction—and only the steadiest of aves would be able to weather the approaching storm of which their formation needed to unitedly off-stave. ; )

Calico arrived at the square

And circled its koi pond with care

Before hiding where she could stare

At answer to her tumbly bare—

Where like a circle-squarer’s dare,

She solved the query with fine flair,

Drawing a plan to enter lair—

With Patch up-snatching snacks by pair. ; )

Last round of trees had been left to the curb weeks ago, but Noomi’s Charlie-Brown branch still held pertinent purpose as, even in its untrimmed state, she could see it covered in cranreuch amidst company of chilled carols—a visage that salved a part of her that felt emptier most months of the year. ; )

So, imagine first the incidence

Of flying butter’s desipience.

Then, wish true by sincerest pinched eyes

Biggest bug hug in smallest surprise. ; )

“Meow, I just closed the case regarding the culprit who kept near-placing the pickle.”

“And, I had hoped the denouement would stabilise nerves that had thusly turned fickle.”

“Yet, here, again, I am pawing through suspects—one intent on incensing gato.”

“How could they have know my only greater fear is that of a brinish pomato?” ; )