It's Still Life

Croak 

He keeps skinny tadpoles 
in a pickle jar, 

in there wiggling around, 
ink black, and legless. 

He plucked them from 
a bell loud pond where 

hundreds of them were 
born, again and again. 

And a big frog 
with palpable grievance 

boldly croaks.  
And croaks.

Written for De’s dVerse Poets, Quadrille 44 “Bold”. AI Digital Art is mine and created using Midjourney’s bot (v4). Image and poem ©Misky 2023 Shared on Twitter #amwriting