Coniferous

Oh how remarkable there is a milky star waving at us from the top left corner of the field. But templates are for idiots cried the ten centimetre bullock. Merely an eyed tooth. A sage. A mystic nightingale in a purple cloak. Don't be so pompous cried the dish of fried egg. I am a great wonder. A mish mashed assortment of yellow hue. In a flurry then. Flightless birds will and can soar. As to create is to design so don't argue with a culinary alchemist in a kiln. Breakfasts. Baskets. Ball. Ballooning. And breathe. One two three. In tutus in lines. On beaches. Draped. Draperies. Down. Downing. During. Coniferous. ***