A Skunk in the Rain
Sometimes smelling bad is for a good reason. Sometimes a rude person is just protecting their space.
Monday, June 08, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
A soft glow, a steady breeze flutters oak leaves, shadows flicker and wane in each cluster of Spring's hard work green scene.
A crow caws. The robins went quiet minding their newborns, preparing for Summer.
A strange sight last night: A skunk in the rain.
Like a turtle out of its shell it hobbled over to the neighbor's stash of seed and feed left for the birds and squirrels.
Sometimes smelling bad is for a good reason. Sometimes a rude person is just protecting their space.
A skunk without its stink is far cuter than any bunny rabbit.
Cuteness can be hazardous to your well-being. Ask pleasant smelling skunks and some women.
We could make designer perfumes to help. Call them names like: Noxious, Repel, and Skunky Funky Peace and Quiet... made especially for attractive people looking for some sanctuary.
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Every sunrise is different. Some bring deep philosophical daydreams, others Skunky Funky Peace and Quiet.
Regardless, this poet's Large Language Model rolls on... come stink or come shine.
A merlin landed on a pine tree branch just above the backyard fence. Abe, the rescued hound dog mix friend of mine, still isn't over his infatuation with BOPs. Still not over Lola yet, either.
Haven't mentioned him much this past year. He's well-trained and resembles a carpet more than a pet during the morning writing sessions now.
Best to let sleeping dogs snore.
Back to other words for other pages.
Thanks for reading.
~ Wynn ~
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🦨skunk
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