Under an indigo star-flung sky,
furtive paws pad softly
across the forest floor.
At Real Toads today, de Jackson has offered us a list of ink-stained words as a prompt. We can use one or all of them. I picked my favorite word since I was eight years old: paw. I remember the teacher saying it, and how I fell in love with it and reveled in it as I wrote it down. In those days, we had inkwells and straight pens, which would be an exercise in disaster with today's squirmy kids. I remember practicing the Macleans method of handwriting, whole lines of OOOOOOOOOO's all linked together. Blotters. Ink-stains, Puddles and holes in the paper from the pen's sharp nib. The relief when we were switched to ball point pens!