Demure ducky had pondered diving into thalassotherapy on the recommendation of his salty seagull friend, but he decided the fresh start he desired was right under his bill—where a swimmingly simplest solution presented itself in his resplendent reflection. ; )

“What a benignant being,” mewsed the basketed case of cat, who appreciated the gesture of being comforted via removal from the caboodle in which kit had been experiencing a fit that almost incited it to hit with each murder mitt. ; )

In her youth, she would reply, “Kiss off!,” whenever “Kicks off” was requested by her mum—and she would switch roles in that exchange with her own daughter decades later. But, in her senectitude, she hits the snooze in her shoes without anyone blowing their fuse—because she finally caught life’s hint: neither feet nor sheet will ever stay mint and both life and dreams occasionally require a sprint. ; )

Gently tapped by greeting of each light ray,

Ready wakes nudge as nay to hit the hay,

Turning toss-to-wash bed sheets where they lay

Into rap-full pushes for mind’s new day,

Which sails through each of sets, rises, and play

Until voyage returns to dreams away. ; )

Hot-headed squawks tamed by feathered flocks: love birds.

Lot-heated rocks gained high, weathered blocks: batholith.

Got-wetted shocks rained nigh, flethered hawks: birds’ bath. ; )