penguin postcard for kevin
Tea-time arrived none too
soon for the Master & Missus
Litchfield of the Penguin Litchfields.
For the master, a small dip of his beak
into a blueberry scone and—presto
chango!—the spindly mustard-colored
tricorn that rode atop the Missus’s
covered bun weren’t the only perfectly
angled vectors in the esplanade.
[begin kevin’s half]
