floyd sprints donuts in the snowfresh park, thrill-rides frosty-bearded through spun fluff glittering with streetlightâ€“ halts with purpose, centrifuges inward, makes his humble contribution to our joint venture, and back to racing corkscrews through a serendipity of whiteâ€“ plunges sugarcoated upstairs, melting into steam heat, carves tracery circles through lamplight into a throw rug sliding finish.
blame it on the sunshine. or something.
(this was a few weeks back– forgot to post.)due to my predilection for bones, feathers, and whatnot, have this wee item sitting on my monitor stand with the rest of the nic-nacs.