Square Meal

I chopped and cooked a square meal yesterday.
It’s actually enough to serve for four.
The sky invited me – it glowered gray
and hung the intimation it could pour.
No task or errand lured my feet away
from making food that’s suitable to store.
I had to leave at three to venture north,
but I returned by eight and ate a fourth.

(Ottava Rima)

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