Waiting.

He knew he must keep very still while he waited

For whom he did not know.

Yet, diligently he sat until by his breath he was sated.  

Seasons passed and not a crop did he sow.

 

A girl came along one day

And asked what he was doing

He looked up and said “Just waiting today”

“For what?” she said quizzing

 

To his shock he had forgot

And how he laughed at himself

The girl was confused, although he was not

He stood and stretched, and said: “Myself”

Prompt: So this prompt was actually just the first line “He knew he must keep very still while he waited.” I had no idea what to do with this prompt: suspense story– Maybe he was trapped in a house with an ax murderer? Or maybe I could’ve wrote it so that he had been dead all along. But I decided to go this route even though I think my poetry is terrible. 

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