Watching There's a blank wave webbing across the pond, and quarrelling ducks under the influence of a boy throwing stale bread. He wipes his nose on his cuff, and throws more bread at the clear periwinkle sky. And a 200-year old oak is watching all this.
Written for JusJoJan 10 Jan: periwinkle. usAI Digital Art is mine and created using Midjourney’s bot (v4). Image and poem ©Misky 2023 Shared on Twitter #amwriting
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