I was in my cottage…
And this strange little bird
… popped in.
He told me, “Ain’t this heat like sin?!”
I looked at the treeline;
shaking the lethargy of
my quarantine.
There my porridge sat,
and ZOOM, the bird spat!
I saw he wore a mask!
And threw a bottle,
at the thing …
No lie,
it was that damned
Firefly!
Hmmm. I like your version better than mine. 🙂 Hope you enjoyed the entire marathon as much as I did. And I hope you also have the time to peruse through the poems written by others. It is inspiring and motivating. 🙂