Spider-webbings royally cloak Lily’s shouldersĬalico perks antennae. No one can ever be jaded to butterfly magic.Ĭreatures of the desert sand will witness a parade few humans can imagine. The hundreds of Calicos – they swoop down and light upon Lily – then become one Calico again. Wouldn’t miss it.’ Her beam streaks the blue sky, touches, and holds Poppy’s warm ray tightly. She gleams to a just-as-anxious Poppy Sol. Luny Mum suddenly seems to glow above the desert, making a rare, full, daytime appearance. Their lacey antennae-like pistils are her sense-sound receivers.Ĭalico becomes – hundreds of butterflies – and her shifting colors bewitch all who see. Lavender petals, the shape of fine porcelain dishes, and, just as delicate, forever blossom on Lily. Critters, plants and varmints of the territory, their sensations, preened from millenniums of nature’s honing, absorb her vibrations. It’ll be a rip-roarin’, rootin’-tootin day deep in the heart of Teharoo.’ Lily’s emanations spring forth from her prickers, thousands of tuning fork transmitters. She doffs white, ten-gallon – Doves sail. The gulf breeze tips Prick Lily’s forever-upright arms. Lily emanates,‘Yes! The Great Desert Pilgrimage. On this day, at this hour, for thousands of years, never interrupted.’ My heart flutters like Calico, A Foundling’s Gentlest FriendĪs magical as Lily’s communion, is Calico’s reply from off in the desert.
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