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.
It's Still Life 
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