Written for:  The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #466

Words:  chain, mend, vote, weigh, flow, drain, raven, name, chime, shallow, lace, trace

Chimes rang out at midnight.
The raven had flown off,
leaving me a trace of lace
at my window. Not knowing
its sex, I have named it
Trinket, an apt name for
a generous bird, unlike
those shallow bluejays.
I wonder where Trinket
flies off to in this
draining heat that weighs
so heavily on my head.
Time to break this virus
chain, mend our minds
and bodies, and ready
ourselves to vote. For
now, again,  “The times they are
a’ changin’.”*

*lyrics of Bob Dylan

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