Falling through time and space, to land wherever it may be.
Was once the most curious thing, that a thing could possibly be!
Existing as just a speck. It wiggled, to form a squiggle of a line.
Not really sure what it was doing.
It giggled, it seemed to be doing just fine.
Never quite here nor there, but exactly where it should be.
The Ozka keeps drawing fluffy things!
as fluffy, as ‘fluffy things’ can be!!
Plus 'it's' open for commission work!
How your fur-ball scribbled by an Ozka