Jazzmin Flush (21)

   
   "Jazzmin Flush (21)"
   
   Thomas ascended beyond the Tree Line--Northwards, truly; thus, armed with shorter ears and double insulation, surviving epicways, mythical--this new, benevolent beast of his eagerly examined the Arctic Beauty in glacial pond of frozen blue, shimmering him azure-hued, all around; next, a howl as the eyes squinting from ultra-chilly winds commanded an in-the-character scream, reminding the frigid atmosphere that there was NO Lion King here--only him, living off the Spirit's water, existing without the big game hunt, though the mercurial hop of a quick-footed rabbit might hit the belly spot.
   Jazzmin Flush's visitation, hovering love above, dirty-blonde cascading downwards upon Thomas' healing flesh, weirdly, rapidly, igniting another person almost--reborn from the carnivorous cruelty of it all--now:  paw pads on internal command, healing always, especially when under any Moon's magnificent might and luminous light.