The art of the yank

Early: luminescence lingered mistily. You hung suet, feeders, orange halves; brought mealworms, water, fresh nectar. You steeped tea, worked. (I was yelled at for protecting us from intruders said your youngest dog from windowsill.)(That wasn’t fair said your youngest cat licking her soft amber ear.)(Photographic interruption said his sister.)(Gifted at sabotage said your younger dog from under euonymus.)(We think it’s never intentional whispered your canaries.)(A creature of scent-driven impulse ruminated your oldest cat from chair.)(nd sght texted your younger cat.)(Less so at night echoed your oldest dog.) Crayon moon wriggles again.