I cracked the door to greet the day,
To fetch the paper, come what may.
But in they surged, a bustling stream,
Unbidden guests—a builder’s dream.
No summons sent, no call, no plea,
Yet dozens crossed my threshold free.
I stood perplexed, my brow a-furrowed,
Their laughter rang like sparrows burrowed.
“What brings you here?” I dared to ask,
Behind their joy, what hidden task?
“Our source,” they chimed, “was your live post—
A builder’s show! You were the host!”
I blinked, confused, then turned in haste,
To check what blunder I’d misplaced.
My camera, live—broadcasting chairs,
And I, the craftsman unaware.
They came to learn, they came to build,
By passion or by humor thrilled.
So who was I to shut the door,
When curiosity begged for more?
And thus began—though unintended—
A workshop, real, if uncommended.
From errant stream to shared endeavor,
A single post… and changed forever.
The Writings of Felina Silver 
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