In the Herd

flyingfish

 

I mingle in the herd as member
carefully avoiding treading on toes
and breathing foul breath.
But, we all have to be there.
It is a herd of all for one and one for all
mutually dependent on each other
for herd's immunity to stop the spread.
Like herds of sheep, cows and goats,
and schools of fish and dolphins,
there is safety in numbers
and the huddle in swirling mob. 
So the virus wastes its 
jabs of spike proteins
on miss-hits and strike outs
on the immune and dies out.

  • Author: John Richard Anderson (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 11th, 2021 00:03
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • flyingfish

    Yeah I read that too. Masks and social distancing for ever. Unfortunately. Spacecraft earth.



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