Only a season ago, penned denizens would rise to the same sight that wakes current eyes, but, now, in their stead, lies a field of ice—gracing rather than grazing the dead. As their shepherd—filled with brew and fed by flitch—stands warmthfully welcomed to the day, pointed pang pulls memories, leading to lonesome’s profound-yet-fleeting wish: one more squeal in lieu of morning’s meal. ; )

Alas, kitty has, via missed steps, slipped And, now, sees fate’s date meant to have her gypped— For fother of felinest feast was tipped, But, out of reach, remains still uncatnipped. ; )

Cetacean’s crimination was a fluke—the real killer whaled oceans apart from this merry tail. ; )

Phoebe’s paired phalanges precisely perched proboscis, presenting pride’s philotimia playfully purposed passivity per parody. ; )

Ululant clamor from out there Has raised the tails of kitten pair. Could the calls be of birbs so rare? Or is it just an urban scare? Meowser one tries fleeing lair. Meowser two sends sharpest glare. ; )

Planty prints picked Melanie’s musing mind. Sure, ocean views or rainy scenes may have seemed more appropriate motivators as she tested the waters of hydropathy, but, on the other hand, when she let her awes lean into the green, she saw reflections of the growth and resilience into which she hoped to fill herself via new-you pursuit. ; )

No, kitty, I am not up-hocking a hairball just like mew; Your dander causes dyspnea when I am in your milieu. But, please, worry not that I would consider you for a shoo. For me, a puffer. Fish for your dish. We are all calm and coo. ; )

Bun on the run, did not I bawn you on the lawn with a slew of moo? Hare on a chair, is it fair that in this lair, as a pair prone to dare, nibbles from a share elicit my gentlest glare? Rabbit, dagnabbit! Your kindred cows are entering the house! They came to loot my last piece of fruit!

With wind and sun reflects just right, Swiftly soaring as plastic kite, Morbidezza uplifts the sight Of wings’ verismo to new height. ; )

Of afternoon without a care: Landlouping legs seek far wheres fair With braids taut and ready to bear Breeziest of September’s air As twists and turns of day will share Through each tress and traipse dressed to dare. ; )

Of course, SpongeBob’s spiffily sprouted abode did not grow itself straight up out of the floor of the sea; It began life as a smallest of spots before it turned into a crowned royal of nobility— After which a deckhand accidentally dropped it down banana boat’s moonpool rather clumsily During the apt-for-a-half song about days and ‘oh’s and counting of golden tropical property. ; )

Indeed, noble cat of breed Aegean, Whose purpose paws for prays in creed Nicene, May just be kalon’s felinest being— For awash in wets on vet’s teary scene, Cature capture’s stature’s stoic-serene Dryly drawing Diogenes daring. ; )

Illumination for the cenobite: Where ambulating on pathways of night With faith’s clement company out of sight Readies, in stillness, co-op appetite. ; )

Circumnavigating Clementine, cruising charges create crowning candelabra curiously covering charcoaled cul-de-sac, coordinating Christmasy cataract cancelling corner community’s cecity completely. ; )

Mid-evil kitty will not scratch until you bleed, But they will detour you from finding where they peed, So beware lair of feline’s fury in the fold, Which will passively aggress if you dare to scold And heed not fabliau’s learn re cat-astrophes: Carry extra balms and socks in case of “Oh, geez!” ; )

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When protensive pose fails to reach success’s skies, up-glam its form by kicking lick whence tumble lies. ; )

Of passed evening, last work on scene was just that of bobeches catching streamed sweat from sticks of candle and, now, through morning’s screen, room’s replete rest has finally arrived—save for sticks of dog being chased through swevens’ fields of go-fetches. ; )

Sophie saw it as so simply black and white: Only if the crossed path flew her like a kite Would head spin a turn towards heart’s imbibed light— Lip-dreaming her rose on coquelicot’s bite. ; )

If the cases suit you only as a pickthank, then expect no amount of thanks from those whom are picked to endure your baggage. ; )

Before swevens, Starry rise Enchants eyes Whilst trunks’ arms At-bay all harms, But, Then, Afterclap hands Calm to clam Via “BAM!” From eve’s blinds— Where tears’ fear finds. ; )

Felix was adamant that his dogs exercised daily for both their health and mental might, but what should have been a welcomed feat as treat was ever initially obstructed by opiniators balking on walking via barking for parking. Out-riding their stubborn stance, though, required no beg—just a bag…of bacon. ; )

From masked mousers mounting mewrals’ milieus to codicology’s cats contextualizing cryptic contexts, curious media catch meaningful moments of cognition: mew clues to cue muse. ; )

Feline’s finest face of its space may seem genuinely grandiose If not even rather intensely identified as bellicose, But assumedly perturbed purrs turn, then, surprisingly ariose From such mewsical cries of cat no longer pleasantly comatose. ; )

For each exinanition of her spirit, an examination of mindfulness emboldens efforts towards equilibrium. ; )