As my Zoom meeting rambled into its ninth hour,

lethargy zapped me of any remaining power.

 

Sitting on my deck didn’t help the matter,

as the sun’s heat beat down like John Henry’s hammer.

 

The strange stench of my own clothes

wandered up and grabbed my nose.

 

I had just the thing to mask the smell,

and I applied a bottle of Firefly Chanel.

 

Before the meeting reached hour number ten,

I saw a grizzly bear wander out of the glen.

 

He mumbled something about a girl eating his porridge

then asked, “Who owns this cottage? I need a place with more storage.”

 

At this point, I toppled right out of my chair

and warned my boss about the bear.

 

The last thing I saw before I passed out

was that the top of the tree line had begun to sprout.