I fed the magpie scraps of bread
stay home
sentinel now perched, outside my house
essential travel only
'tis Spring, nice to get out and about
those swoops and jabs can really hurt
no friends in house
nice to feel the warm sun on skin
must wear a spiky hat
only exercise for one hour a day
my dog cringes inside, bird-shy
only buy the basics
love the rain, umbrella helps
jab-shy, got the jab anyway
the dish ran away with the spoon
The bug moved in
squatted
stole from the fridge
soiled the bathroom
played loud music all night.
That bug can't live without us
It can't spread without us
It can't live alone, ever.
Yet now we're inviting it
in to stay, live in.
Just liven livid with the virus.
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Author:
John Richard Anderson (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
Yea! The bug we created, surely taught us a lesson, that we never seem to learn, so left to pen it poetically, such as you have.
Thanks for your comments. This bug is beating us. So annoying. Cheers
Now we are free as a bird without wings. Great writing.
Well said. Thanks for the feedback. Cheers
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