It's Still Life

A Poem Lacking A Title & Direction

There was a dog
the colour of old lace,
eyes of onyx,
always napping under the jasmine,
loved chasing a ball,
and puzzled over the shape of earth.
He told everyone
he might be a Time Lord.

And there was a seagull
icy white as phlox,
whose wings were wind’s rhythm,
its only fear was gravity’s pull,
and as it flew
it chanted in whispers,
I am the Time Lord.

Written for Miz Quickly’s Day 25: The Long Road of Lists. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Imagery and poems/prose ©Misky 2006-2024.