Corona surreal

Corona surreal or COVID-19, has closed

My old workplace and emptied the streets,

People like statues, 2 metres apart, stand

Waiting in line, for permission to shop.

The birds haven’t noticed, too much work

To do, feathering their nests and feeding

Their brood. Quiet roads a blessing, no

Cars racing by, fat worms aplenty, beetles,

And flies.

The garden’s oblivious to the woes at our

Door, it waits for a trowel, a spade, or a

Hoe, with the sun on your back, and a

Robin nearby, what better way is there,

Of passing the time?

© Joseph G Dawson
01/04/2020