Etch-a-sketch

Early: sky shook landscape. (It’s a blank slate said your youngest cat from windowsill.)(Glass becomes mirror said his sister.)(We think he meant clean whispered your canaries.)(bt nt prfctly texted your younger cat.)(I still see prints said your youngest dog. (Let’s make more she added.) Then bolted past as you hung suet, feeders. Your son brought warm water. (She has no spacial awareness said your younger dog snapping from stoop.)(And you are too loud ruminated your oldest cat from under sofa pillows.) You steeped tea, worked. (I think the world looks great echoed your oldest dog.) Peripatetic moon mischievously muddles clear starry perfection.