To any passerby, Claire appeared to be chilling to favourite tunes, but, indeed, her relax tracks were just white noise—though, that selections of chubasco were the ones she set on repeat may suggest her preference was, instead, for grey grunge. ; )

Pupper’s eyes and muzzle, both dilated with delight, relayed the dared dream: a game of catch beyond an afternoon of affinity, past a play of perennity, but, indeed, for an epic epoch of infinity. ; )

Seasons ago, they bloomed as bright—

Cheered by chirps, uplifted by light.

Now, their chapter limns scene of white

Per mute exode to story’s night. ; )

Where Scottish nymph of pond did soak

With sea salts freshing over-cloak,

As coggie baptised face and locks

‘Fore quenching thirst same maid of lochs,

Nessie plopped to request shared sips,

Wise fairy’s fountain cured chapped lips.

Graced, beast offered reciprocate—

A ride on guide-of-tide’s upside—a maid-latched-on-monster first date. ; )

Flocking together, ducks of a hen ken dash and dance for that which is proffered by shore’s hands, congregating not so much due to their shared plumage palettes, but, rather, because of an inveterate drive to break bread by lake stead ‘fore drakes fed. ; )