The queen

Early: blythe figure twirled. You hung suet, feeders; brought warm water. You steeped tea, added log, worked. (Any chance nerves kept her from breakfaste said your youngest dog to your canaries from windowsill.)(Sorry we think it’s all gone and she’s remembering to breathe they whispered.)(Look at her waving ruminated your oldest cat from iron pot.)(Great triple toe loop said your younger dog unexpectedly from sofa.)(nd trpl ltz texted your younger cat.)(I have more medals said your youngest cat to his sister from windowsill.)(That’s your problem she said.)(Hard to eat most metals echoed your oldest dog.) Stars roar for ebullient free-floating moon.