Some placards he now shows me,

What do you make of them, said he.

 

These random words I survey,

And my thoughts to him I convey.

I think it would be better,

If I just put them all together.

 

Outside my cottage by the treeline last night,

I caught a firefly in a bottle and closed it tight.

Now I have lethargy, and the heat is strange today,

So I took off me mask and had me porridge on the way,

Shuffling despondently to my doom,

My daily morning meeting by Zoom.

 

 

© 2020 S Phua