Squadron: Cake &more Cake

 Sweet sundaes even amour sweeter when the weekends set in suger coated dusks. A belle in the winds of darkness, a flutter through cold walks and the heat of short moments. 

The chills of grounding to be lifted and burdens to lighten.

"more, and more", a nest chirped.

"No more", see these gulls sweeped.

"Yes more", the pidgeons pidgirino, pidgeroni, pidgeony observed from a tree.

It started on a waffle about life. It was quite bananas!

This swirled well, a twirl of a kind, and these crowds enjoyed to flock. Time for a treat for dear and dairy. Bells rang for an afternoon "eva more".

 

Ever the evening bird, a few blackbirds of a tower did swoop, "eva a g'nite" a rare blood orange setting for grins. 

The lul it does, dear and dairy, an opera harped of good evenings.

Scene, set. Warm melt in the moment. Cold refreshing moving sensations. 

Series, collections, movies wrapping the blanket of starlit and star-struck, star gazers and star dust in hopes to bring peace in the trek wars.