Escape
Quiver me timbers and shiver me limbs.
The once yellow sun first scatters, then dims.
Hearts twirl in the darkness beneath a faint moon.
Three long howls in the night–are they canine or loon?
My heart, nearly broken, deserves a respite,
so, unwilling to face the moon at its height,
I pick up my bags and streak into the night.
For the Sunday Whirl Wordle the words are: quivers limbs scattered yellow twirl hearts streak faint bags three howls long
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
A good combination of dramatic photograph and scary poem
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Excellent use of the words.
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Used teh words well and the poem had a lovely flow to it.
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Fantastic!
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