Coming of Age Stories
Out of the forest creeps a small creature,
peering this way and that.
He had been safely cradled in a secret nest,
under a pile of last year’s leaves
until approaching maturity prompts
rash exile from parental protection.
Stretched out claws leave starred clues.
Three free spirits – adolescent fox cubs –
feel the same urge to escape,
to play at hunting until,
scenting real prey, they creep,
skirting the periphery
of their territory, they spy
the terrified mouse
and pounce as one.
for Brenda’s Sunday Whirl I wrote this yesterday, using all the wordle words. On waking I re-read it. Hm. Clumsy, I thought. So I edited a bit and the words to go –
surprise surprise – were 3 wordle words.