Sunday Whirl Wordle #530

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stars, edge, roar, role, burn, chatter, feline, hive, sign, curse, haze, secret

The room was a hive of nervous chatter,
Everyone waiting for a sign.
Through the haze she came,
Glorious, beautiful, deadly.
The stars dimmed,
They dare not outshine her.
Their role reduced in the night sky.
The edges of the Universe
Began to curl and burn,
Such was the magnitude of her curse.
It was no secret now
That this Feline had the roar of oblivion.

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have recently lost our beloved dog Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney, and now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of my GSD so had hers done too. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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7 Responses to Sunday Whirl Wordle #530

  1. Sadje says:

    Great story Di

  2. Carol anne says:

    awesome Di! Very nicely done! โค

  3. willowdot21 says:

    I like this ๐Ÿ’œ

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