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Jul 2020 · 130
Wild Inside
Lesa Husband Jul 2020
“Stay home” they said, as the birds began to nest
So we tidied our homes and made up beds to rest
Schools closed their doors, as the chicks began to tweet
So we listened to advice, and welcomed home our fleet
Children at our feet, as the birds were feeding well
So we cooked for our kids and made their bellies swell
“Home school” they said, as the chicks prepared to fly
So we taught best we could, not teachers but we try
We’ll soon be free to roam, as we see chicks leave and glide
You’re not so different little birds, we’re all a little wild inside.
May 2020 · 179
This is 2020
Lesa Husband May 2020
Constantly consumed by containing this beast.
Contagious coughing unleashed from the east.
Calling off concerts, and companies closed.
Controlling the virus, confinement imposed.
Collective conformance to curtail the spread.
Commuting confined to Key Workers they said.
Compulsively cleaning and masks on your face.
Can’t call on or cuddle those outside your place.
Confusion, concealment and contrasting views.
Collapsing economy again on the news.
Collusion, commotion, conflicting advice.
Complaining and cusswords ‘cause nothing’s concise.
Cremations increasing, Care Homes on their knees.
Calling for caution, they’re begging you, please!
Clambering clumsily, crowds out aplenty.
Catastrophic conclusion? This is 2020.
I was tasked to write a poem with alliteration and this was my attempt.  I'm trying to be more optimistic about the future, so the ending doesn't necessarily reflect my feelings.

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