Look, a passing cloud!
A storm within its belly
Waiting to startle.


original source: oz_drdolittle


Playing by Year

When the days turn grey
The nights unbearably long
And the year withers,

Look ahead instead:
New beginnings growing like
Saplings in the snow.

The world is quiet here (And cosy, too)

No fights, no fires —
Just people and animals
Seeking, finding peace.

Sure, I am floofy —
But what I wouldn’t give for
Toasty ptarmy toes!



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