It's Still Life

Gorilla

Seduced by a memory
of a silverback with an itching
and wind slain song.

We were seduced,
like a lark for love, and we allowed
time to intercede.

We allowed silence
to speak on our behalf,
but the quiet makes our ears feverish,
and we are sick with hearing.

Silverback, the last and forever,
your song too soon ended,
and so to your memory,
we scatter a few buttercups.

Written for Paul and Jane’s #thewildness Day 14: The disappearance of a rare animal. Artwork is created using Midjourney. Imagery and poems ©Misky 2023.