(for Abbey, Belle, Circa, Fiddleback, Fritz, Oscar, Sideway, Toast, and Zan)
The Vixen pinks his way through whiskers,

strikes a nice plié,

then knocks a shot of Jäger back,

and drops some Fourier.
The shaven Lion shyly strides

beside his own conceit:

a guileless wilding

twice defiled, but innocent and sweet.
Mama Panda and her Pup

(wily as Montaigne)

splay their limbs in slick abandon,

rolling through the rain. 
She's a powder-hounded faun

with talcum in her eyes —

he's Dauphin of Malcontrites:

: the locus of surprise.
The Kangaroo who used to wear

a Fox's gold lapel

casts himself on infant seas

and rides each roll and swell
Rainbow Rat, the dayglo champ

of pan-harmonium

wriggles in a bedsty tizzy,

nursing at his thumb.
The Folf-cum-Husky's snugly tucked

and tangled up in blue

and white and glows so bright

he turns the old moon new.
Even Wolves, who play at stern

and sober countenance,

lose themcells in padded selves

and capillary dance:
though shadows blaze through every day

and coruscate the night,

we learn to see beyond the darkness

by each other's light.