Find it here: https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2022/01/16/wordle-536/
Right outside my bedroom
A cloud goes flying by
It doesn’t even stop here
It doesn’t see my blues cry
It goes right past the raven
With wings so black like rocks
It flows with trepidation
Fisted hands on a cuckoo clock
It tries to speak a language
That anyone can hear
To tell you how to live your life
what to eat and what to wear
But like clouds must keep moving
In a circle around the globe
This story blends some fables
Some young and some are old
So slide on out your window
And reach out far and wide
The clouds just keep on coming
Like a friend right by my side.
©2022 CBialczak Poetry
Stine Writing 
I love poetry. I love reading others’ poetry. This was so creative — you mind was everywhere but tied together perfectly. Thank you for sharing.
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Those friendly clouds can turn on you in an instant!! I’ll stay inside and watch from a distance!
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Nice one Christine.
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Thanks Di!
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🙂 you’re welcome
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Love this poem..thanks
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Thanks
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What an enchanted and well-written poem! A skillful wordle indeed.
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Thank you Susan!
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