Rictameter poetry- Summertime
Blazing fires in the west
The midwest flooding, fatalties
Tornadoes targeting southern districts
Golf size hail demolishing gardens
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My muse is constantly bugging me to take her south to lay in the sun on sandy beaches in Florida. Maybe I will. The election blues have got to go!
I was watching the sunset on a drab, gloomy day, missing my hummingbird's who had already flown South, and watching my squirrel, Squiggley store pecans for the winter when my muse took flight.
This is a fun response from a writing challenge, " The Encounter " By Genna East