EAGLE swimming back to shore,
SLICK feathers unfit for flight.
SOLID plan for dinner turned to miss and splash.
TAKEN in perspective, eagle’s had better days.
WIDER river in spring, boars linger,
AWAIT a moment, await instinct, await daring to
CROSS for better feeding on other side. Will they be
MEATY prey for crocs?
WHINY din of forest, is it all for hunting,
LUSTY creatures ravening to feast?
NOISE of restaurant breaks in on day dream. Table and
BOOTH artfully conceal that I’m in my own nature show as I eye the menu.
Note: Another 3 day catch-up. Challenging words for it. Also: https://www.npr.org/2019/06/14/732843218/bald-eagle-caught-elegantly-swimming
Good catch-up…I’ve been making the process of writing a quordle (whether one or three stanzas) a little bit more disciplined by putting the four words in alphabetical order. It’s intriguing how the mind seems to rise to the challenge of making it MORE difficult rather than less.
Yeah, I’ve stuck with the original straight jacket of “must be in quordle order”, which has a similar effect.