It seems sunny day I have not,

But surely with my paletot,

Venture to outside space I ought

For greys’ raise via puddles plot. ; )

Polarizing:

Open ears—deaf to an audist’s audacity,

Closed eyes—follow lids’ flashing cinemas,

Scenting nose—prefers putrid, piscine palette,

Placed paws—finesse rather than filet fish,

Tasting tongue—highest kicks from salt licks,

Bear:

Bears rare necessities. ; )

Toto trotted steady tempo through the urban streets as both exertion and waves of reflected sun began tempting tongue to droop; terraqueous terrain was still blocks and a subway distanced, but he could smell the sea spray in his olfactory memories and his paws remembered the joy of digging dog angels in the dunes, points that piqued his continued pull toward land of the gull—where canine contentment is ever full. ; )

As empleomania, edifices, evictions, and egos erupted everywhere else, Ellie—both elongated and elevated in emotional equilibrium—embraced each element, eternal and ephemeral, eave’s essence—an easy, egalitarian environment—enveloped. ; )

Permitting peirastic plans

Could result in ravaged wreck

But

Figuring failures for float

Will breathe life across sail’s deck. ; )