RDP Friday: Bench

Cemetery 30.03 (18)

An empty bench
Green and fluffy with moss
A useful place for a bird to paint the bench
Here and there a white splash of digested food
On the bench the moss overflows
spilling to the ground
A leaf decoration
from an Autumn long gone
We are in the cemetery
The residents no longer need a place to rest
They have found their eternal rest
Only their visitors, but they want something better
Somewhere that nature has left no traces
But it will not have the character of this bench
How oft have I walked past this seat
I have never sat there to rest
No-one ever does
They eye the surface that nature has painted
And move on

RDP Friday: Bench