It's Still Life

The Sizzler

She ignores
the wolf whistles.
She’s wearing her bristles;
it’s a look but
don’t touch approach.
A saunter by the water –
phew, low tide puts her
nose out of joint.
Do you admire my
pointy little toes?

for The Visual Verse Anthology
on Instagram ©️ Misky 2020
It’s Poem a Day month. These
are all 1st drafts.