What do you do with a what and a who?
And don’t dare mention the wearisome why.
A wary one and a wild two,
You wonder and ask
When all would be won if you’d wonder and do.
Let’s answer ’em all!
You must! You shall! You you!

Skly climbed up himself
To see what he would find,
Upon his upper shelf
Were banners left behind
By those who had laid claim
To little bits of Skly
And some who had the aim
Of taking the whole pie.
Flags fluttered in his hair
And poked his peaceful mind,
So Skly, with greatest care,
Piled hair from eyes to spine
As kindling for the fire
He lit, loosed and let run
As his peak’s flaming spire
To burn till flags were done.
Skly’s hair may no more grow
But poppies have en masse,
Wherever his mind goes
He takes a match and gas.

For when you need the cloudy comfort
Of a rainy day,
But all you’ve got is sunny skies
And not a lick of gray –
I give you the Stormbrella!
A scientific wonder!
The hose attached atop the brella
Will shower all those under.
While it doesn’t come with thunder
Plug it in for lightning!
The Stormbrella!
Comforting and exciting!

Rainbow not included.

I feel I must remind
Myself at least –
The sun don’t shine
For anyone
And we’re all better for it.
Better? Alive and aligned
With all that tries to be!
Sun don’t shine so we can see,
Not for plants and animals,
Land or sea,
Any other planet,
You or me.
Sun shines because
That’s what sun does!
Shine for you,
Shine and be a sun,
You’ll accidentally
Shine on everyone.

The benefits of being dirty:
Many things will grow.

The benefits of being clean:
I may never know.

Harl held Nothing in his hands,
Looked at it, poked at it,
Gave and got no demands.
Had a sniff. Had a lick.
Did not have the worst taste.
(Was not liverwurst paste.)
He put Nothing in his pocket
So he’d always have it
No matter what was on the docket –
There was Nothing that was something.
Compared to many other things
Nothing was soft and safe and kind
And everyone in all the lands
Can declare it “Mine!”
Nothing held Harl in its

(This plays off The Queen of Hearts nursery rhyme.)

The Diamond King
He made something
All on a winter’s morn;
It bucked and roared,
It wanted more
But remained forlorn.
The Queen of Hearts
Knew just the part
That the great beast lacked.
She sent her knaves
To one who saves
Himself for such an act.

The jester came
To play the game
With the hand he held,
He gave a bow
And then a vow
To serve his masters well.
The suited joke
Quite quickly choked
On his chosen art.
The beast did not,
It catlike caught
And ate him like a tart.

You can’t catch a kite,
You’ve got it or it’s gone.
But you can follow,
You can go up, after and on.
You can find another kite
Or join the “lost” one in its flight.
The last option is forget,
But I think these wings will fit.

Also read about Birds, Snails, Owls, Bees, Foxes, Vultures, Ponies and Berries.

Tenturun
It’s not a bear, are you out of your mind? Certainly not a cat! Never let one hear you compare them to either. No greater insult.

Vivverm
The bushiest tail you’ve ever seen. You will squeeze it. You will get bit. It will be worth it.

Outle
The handsomest whiskers you’ve ever seen. You will stroke them. You will get wrecked. It will not be worth it, nothing would! Control yourself.

Skade
A fine climber able to scale smoke or nothing but a stiff breeze. Sometimes climbs to the moon at night to nibble its fruits or give moon a push if lagging.

Amshtackle
Fierce and lazy is a tough combination. Bribe with figs to learn its secrets. Enjoy a couple figs yourself, good with goat cheese and honey. We’re not so different.

Ryeback
Fluffy ginger cupcake paws leaving pancake paw prints. Sturdy golden baguette legs. Raspberry chocolate macaron ears. Croissant cheeks. Molasses eyes to drink you in. Is this a bakery? Why do you keep bringing up food?

Wundop
The only animal with a tail to make monkeys jealous. It could be otherwise limbless and still climb with ease. Some believe it’s not their natural tail but one they build for themselves. But how? Perhaps you would lead this study?

Laboo
If you do ever encounter this beast it will be both the greatest and worst fortune of your life. You will know a love unmatched by anything else. And you will never know it again. Plus it smells like popcorn.

Falling rain finds far few friends
As it dumbles down,
So I think I’ll meet the winds
That blow to my dry ground,
Splash with it to the earth,
Get soaked up by the trees,
Picked back up by sun to birth
A new cloud on the breeze.
Then I’ll drumble down as well
To see who answers thunder’s bell.