The Wordsmith's Forge

Today is clear and warm.

I fed the birds.  There was a squirrel on the hopper feeder, who got out of the way just long enough for me to refill it, and as I was coming inside I saw him scamper back into place.  :D

We picked up another wheelbarrow of dead brush to put on the firepit.

This poem is spillover from the November 3, 2020 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by prompts from siliconshaman, technoshaman, dialecticdreamer, and mama_kestrel. It also fills the "sense of community or belonging" square in my 11-1-20 card for the Sense-Ability Bingo fest. This poem has been sponsored by fuzzyred and technoshaman.  It belongs to the Boss Finn thread of the Polychrome Heroics series, following the China's Mistake thread.

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These are the notes for "Well Served by a Cosmopolitan Attitude."

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