Two crows perch on an electric wire.
I’d think their claws would catch on fire!
But, they just perch there, looking dire,
surveilling the world from the live, hot wire.
Two crows perch on an electric wire.
I’d think their claws would catch on fire!
But, they just perch there, looking dire,
surveilling the world from the live, hot wire.
I’m blogging my way through the Virus,
recording each Random Thought.
Mostly, I think it’s keeping me sane.
But, sometimes, I’m thinking: It’s Not.
I’ve become a Long-Haired Hippie
at the age of eighty-six.
It’s really Not Becoming.
I’m in Something of a Fix.
I’ve never, ever worn Long Hair.
Now, Hair is Flying Everywhere!
Now, my Hair’s Beyond Repair.
I’ve Corona Virus Hair Despair.
I’m sending you a Blessing
for comfort, health, and peace.
I’m sending you a Blessing
to put your heart at ease.
The Virus is relentless—
dread numbers on the rise.
In every passing minute,
another American dies.
The dentist wants to see me.
I don’t want to go.
Isn’t the Virus a reason to skip?
The dentist just says: No.
The forecast is for rain today.
Yesterday, we had rain.
It’s supposed to rain tomorrow.
And then, it will rain again.
The columns of death are rising.
There’s a long, dark road ahead.
The numbers shake the heart and soul:
a quarter million dead.
We’ve had a lot of dogs
through the course of the years.
They’ve mainly brought friendship.
They’ve brought a few tears.
They’ve all been different –
as we knew they would.
But, they all have loved, and,
they’ve tried to be good.
I’m thinking today
of Cheryl’s dog, Spot.
Small in size. Big in heart.
A quivering bundle of energy.
Loyal and true as she could be.