He fancied himself a loner.
Enjoyed solitude.
Cabin deep in woods.
Gardener. Hunter.
Private well and still too.
Voracious reader, simple cook.
No need for wife.
Too troublesome,
would probably snore too.
Social distancing?
Should be a snap,
except for that damned guy.
Stood in his way or followed behind
whenever the sun warmed up the day.
Written fordVerse, the virtual pub for poets where on Tuesday, Bjorn asked us to write a poem that somehow relates to solitude, and Thursday Frank asks us to write a 14 line poem.
lillian the home poet 
Very nice description of that guy and his shadow. It is good to have both a well and a still. So he was well prepared for social distancing.
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The ending made me smile. 🙂
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Good ending
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I enjoyed your solitude fourteen-liner portrait, Lill, I’ve never known a hunter, but I have known loners. My husband would happily exist on his own if he wasn’t attached to me. I love the twist I the ending!
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I had to laugh at the ending, darn that shadow…well at least he has company if he needs it.
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He would need a cloudy day to feel really well
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such a clever personification, Lillian!
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