Spring launch

Not quite early: puddle glazed under willow. You rushed; too slowly. (Treat truck ruminated your oldest cat from iron pot.)(Who wants to break the news your oldest dog.)(We think sleep is her friend whispered your canaries.)(Vaccines at the vet’s yesterday said your younger dog shuddering from sofa.)(What where am I said your youngest dog blinking.)(Ah cheese she added savoring.)(sprb snsry rcll texted your younger cat.) You hung suet, feeders; brought fresh water. You steeped tea, added layer, worked. (Here buddy said your youngest cat from bowl tossing.)(Not yours to share said his sister.) Kibble moon bounces.

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