Today a tragedy, terrible and sad:
While walking through wind and withering sun
Skull Shielder, the snazziest patterned,
Forgotten fell, forlorn by the road.
Not even noticed til much later on,
When wilting from heat, 'where has it gone?!'
Seeking ensued, unceasing and sad,
Until abandoned, in the end.
Unexpected eagle eyes found it,
Lying lost in the leaves -
To tiny one ten points!!
All right, I know it's not quite up to Exeter Book standards, but I am multi-tasking:-)