A decent wordle was prompted yesterday at the Sunday Whirl:
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Birds picking at the dry wood
Announce the hour has struck.
Up along the rocky hills
Sweep phantoms
Not daring to walk through new house walls.
Although we never hesitate,
Leaping across the brook divide
Between now and forever,
Demands from us exceeding efforts.
We still prefer to stick to the hollow
Contract of security.
© Mariya Koleva, 2012