Earthly.

After industrialization, the winged ones inhabiting the Rust Belt began to evolve--doffing their pale colors in favor of a more telluric shade. When asked how it was achieved, the King's answer was brief, "Easily dun."

The Boo Crew.

Inky, Blinky, Pinky, Clyde.

Fourth.

"Inky"

Stained fingers and smudged shirts.

And, still.

"Blinky"

In true memoriam. He wears small grey cats. Also, the bushes were full of Ennui today.

Continued.

"Clyde"
Practically line for line.

Revisiting some old friends.

"Pinky"

I never walk anywhere after noon as the only greeting I can bear to use is "Mornin' ".

Writing on the wall.

Not in the Belshazzarian sense.

No Standing.

Guttersnipe.

Esp. fond of shoestrings.