For GloPoWriMo Day 16 I am ignoring the prompt, and instead am taking Wordle 399 as the rhyme of the day. Brenda has done the usual fiendish job of steering one inexorably in a certain direction with the choice of words, but then throwing in one or two that refuse to fit. I have done my best with them. With our collection of ferals, I should have been able to succeed somehow!
Worms in stool of feral cat
In our car boot we had trapped;
Birds endangered, and so that
Bait with sugar words enwrapped,
Brought to mansion; now on maple floor,
Off hook: vetted, tamed, and waits at door.