It's Still Life

Under the Influence

I.
The weather has a temper,
the way two crows quarrel
over a piece of flesh.

It’s the way of things,
Solomon might’ve said,

and I think I’m watching
religion, or maybe I’m under
the influence of weather.

II.
Radio reception’s gone again.
It sounds like six shades of blizzard.
Or cats and clowns hissing at each other.

There’s a girl on telly who wears
weather-girl clothes, and perpetually
blames everything on the weather.

She says each cloud is a new episode.
I say coo-coo-cachoo to that.

Written for Ragtag Daily Prompt “influencer” and Shay’s Word Garden list of words, and keeping with the weather theme this month. AI Digital Artwork is created using Midjourney. Imagery and poems ©Misky 2023 Shared on Twitter #amwriting #RDP, @midjourney