It's Still Life

Today’s words from the Oracle, used in the order as presented

An Unknown Colour

it’s the property,
they think it’s theirs,
running by the fence,
chewed holes in the shed,
just for bitter grass seed.

mice,
hustling about.
might be rats,
you never see them.
just a flash as they run
through the ground cover.

mice,
they will die,
mortal being of this world,
the great hoax,
a soul’s only for man,
passing through without staining it.

mice,
sociable and tough,
calm as the bottom of fog,
all those rats.
all those mice.
self-assured as a coat of paint.

mice,
playing in the vinca minor,
a forget-me-not tune.
drumming the pots and pans.
calmly eating through
the plaster walls.

mice.
learned all about music,
sleeping under the grandstand.
posing in rayban sunglasses.
it’s summer,
wouldn’t you know.

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.