The Year 2020


A cacophony of devastation riddles me with bullets.
Wildfires bring dense smoke and shoot like
the riots across the country.
Changeling restrictions spark as frequently
as short circuits.
Touchy feely coronavirus like the Grim Reaper rapes
the land and plans to vacation here indefinitely.

All roads are blocked. I sit in the intersection -
bound and gagged.
Exhausted thoughts encompass me.
Only eight sets of fur paws ensure my sanity
is in sacred and protected trust.

Looking up, vicious smoke from northern fires
implodes the heavens.
The searing heat of summer culminates.
Through snow, sleet, and record cold
the year agonizingly crawls to its ultimate fate.

Doorbell rings. No one's there.
Did invisible coronavirus come calling?
I curl deeper into my Linus blanket.
Enough already!

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