It's Still Life

Just Write Just Write (revised)

He wants to go the garden centre
and buy some decorative bark for
the hebe bush he cut to the quick.

I reckon cats’ll use it as a litter box,
but he knows that, so I say nought.

Big 20kg bags the size of hay bales.
He buys three because it’s 3 for 24
… or 10 for one. Obviously, 3 it is.

Watch your back, I say, as he groans,
but he knows that. I say it anyway.

And the wind is blowing in gusts,
and the temperature is dropping,
clouds rushing in all directions,
and then the rain starts falling.

And I’m thinking, I might be able
to write something about this.

Written for the last day of Linda Hill’s JusJoJan “Write”  poem ©Misky 2023 Shared on Twitter #JusJoJan #amwriting @midjourney