Whispers in the Velvet Darkness

Once my cactus whispered, "Meow,"
for silence is often mistaken identity.
What if hamsters run Rome...
And they do it very fast?

A spoon melancholy upon its fork companion.
And the fondant curtains drawn o'er the chocolate horizon.
Are we some teapot?? serene, soon alit!

Foggy contemplations mirrored in odd sock puddles.
Doorbells slightly giggle when rains quip brightly!
Melbourne in a bucket of noise decay...