Author: maiamom

The day is waking from the night.

The world’s transformed by dawning light.

I’ve Corona Virus of the Brain.

It’s a Terrible Malady.

I hope when this pandemic ends,

my brain’ll come back to me.

‘Cause, if it’s not reversible–

What a Terrible, Terrible Thought!—

I don’t know how I’ll manage.

It’s the Only Brain I’ve Got.

A big black bunny hopped through my yard

and up my neighbor’s stair.

‘Bout half way up, he stopped to check

and sniffed the morning air.

I checked the daily forecast

and it said there will be rain.

This morning there’ll be showers,

and, then later, rain again.

I love my comfy COVID cap.

My hair’s tucked out of sight.

It keeps my head quite toasty warm

and it hides my Hairy Plight.

The cul de sac is quiet.

Tim’s gone to his Boeing shift.

The rest of us are still abed…

in peaceful dreams adrift.

The boardwalk stretches across the marsh,

floating above the ground.

It’s hard to believe this desolate tract

is so close to a bustling town.

Tucker is a good old dog.

He’s loyal and he’s true.

When you need some friendly protection,

he’s just the dog for you.

There’s a helicopter up on Mars,

not sure where it is at.

So, the helicopter’s phoning home.

How Cool is That?