Lemon bird free of company’s crowded line, no garrulous chirps to break your peace.
Neither solitude nor small size preclude you from standing as cynosure at ease.
Pulveratrixes down play in sand while wind, sun, and rain suffice grooming your grace.
Your image so slight in eye’s corner sparks hope and strength from an ultramundane place. : )
Even cynosure’s need a break, turning green envy away from the self and towards an escape inside.
Mind replays garrulous talk of heard surface likes, barren of sincere notes which with the heart could confide.
Forming serene scenes requests accepting points which grate and, as a pulveratrix, shaking them away.
What eyes see in light off self is not true as real for the soul is ultramundane peace drawn from the fray. : )
Bird and bees: aflight or alit or in Popeiana a bit, lessons and experiences and a tad of wit.
Pace the ascent to food or thought for soroche will leave one feeling flighty a lot.
Adultescents may prefer plastics over natural forms, but use matters more than norms.
Raillery over speed of wings and size of beaks lends chum-humming until nectar leaks.
Fill both life and mind with what is sweet so that when not in air, steady on feet. ; )
Blue jay well athirst with head focused in tin, just how much milk have you had for din?
Drink sub rosa as hosts and guests are gone, but beware: a white moustache you will don.
If you besot yourself by leaving no drop, instead of flying home, you might flop.
Is there no-meaning to where bill is hid other than closest, fullest dish sans lid?
Bird cuadrilla could tame that sugar bowl, but clearly more milk is your only goal.
When full, make it safely to your tree nest where creamy dreamys may give you best rest. ; )
Boots omnifarious match with a melange of feet, but short, black, sexy ones, for me, cannot be beat.
Sans socks, happy toes rub the insoles leathered; with favorite wear on, pads still feel lively and unfettered.
Jackie Howes for the top are known for form and use while sewn and sturdy below lets one’s spirit kick loose.
Thumb plus tongue tries expunction of marks, but no scuffs will deter these boots from being where this fair pair parks. ; )
Muliebrity develops as time passes, with life eventually crossing paths with birds and bees.
What vicariance turns the self from a content bobowler to a flapper desiring to knock knees?
Whether chalked up to perfection or requiring new tones, no spagyric method ideals self or steel.
Identity weathered by change leaves who somewhat vague; what remains concrete is the soul behind the feel. : )
Chipmunk of the earth, what yum have you found? Is it a nutty treat you have pulled from the ground?
Hellbender at shore is giving a glance. They usual eat fish stuff, but your prize gives this one ants.
You are a winsome, young rodent open to new friends, so sharing your tucker may pay dividends.
Sally says her food is, now, polluted and sour and she wonders if it is due to the rig which tones on the hour.
So, dry food is palatable and delish for her appetite? Well, kindness is noted, but that toolpusher is getting a fight.
Scratch a letter of cease and desist on that bark over there; use your best pawwriting and sign with a paraph so that the boss knows you are sincere.
The letter worked? That is great. You both look abeam. Oh, and now that it is fresh, I hear you have developed a taste for the stream.
Expanding horizons, making new friends, and trying new tastes: you are a well-rounded chipmunk, never letting opportunities turn to wastes. : )
Disconnect between where one exists and where one wishes to stand plays out as a struggle between where the feet are willing to go and feeling restrained by quick sand.
When the mind sees an imago of sophrosyne into which it desires to turn, the body may have other ideas and, while it may not aggress, it might stay stubborn.
Nights out with potpanions may lead to laughs and loopy play, but care must be given to not turning into a bezonian else actions could leave friends at bay.
A better self means facing fears by pushing the self forward–excuse free–into the unknown, even it means leaving behind both buts and butts and even emitting a mild moan. ; )