Written for:  Sunday Whirl, Wordle #522

Words:  walk, thundering, tattoo, forest, small, covet,
        seven, blunder, leathery, elves, doves, umbrella


Tattoo Man walks into
the forest, coveting
nature's scents 
and sounds.  Small
pair of cooing doves
fly past.  At last
he is alone.  Not even
the Keebler elves
are in sight.  His skin
is leathery, burnt by
working seven years in
company of the sun.  Thunder
blast the air.  He thinks,
what a blunder I have made–
trusting the weather, carrying
no umbrella.  He smiles. 
Realizes that rain is 
an important part of nature.

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