Schrödinger’s Cactus
My cactus sits in an earthen pot
All sullen and squat
By my garden gates.
I think it was here when I bought this plot,
It thinks who-knows-what
As it watches and waits.
It’s spiky and green,
And what else can be said ?
It waits to be seen
If it’s living or dead.
My cactus sits in an earthen pot
Where it does not-a-lot
For year on year.
It does not flower and it does not rot
In the cold and the hot,
In the rain and the clear.
It’s spiky and green,
And what else can be said ?
I bet it’s still seen
Long after I’m dead.
Rhyming Couplets 
Haha so true, I ignore my cacti for months at a time and who knows whether they’re even alive still but they look the same as they ever have. I think this is a “Schrodinger’s” metaphor that really works.
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Thanks. Even healthy cactuses can be years between blooming, although those are probably not the ones sold in garden centres.
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