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.