The Quarantine Chronicles, Day 88

DAY 88: There's so much screaming

so many important people pretending

to do something, doing nothing, screaming
kids blocking the roads a beer in each hand,

fatcats blocking the roads begging for

handouts after a life of tax-evasion,

politicians arguing but they don't

remember about what, children

crying that the ice-cream's run out,

mourners bent over fresh graves in

prayer -- what if we cut out

all the noise, all the news, it's

winter time 2019, let's all, us

bears, go into hibernation, a

natural instinct we cannot ignore,

dig a hole and crawl inside

snore

lose some excess body-fat

hug our cubs

spend a season underground

sometime, I presume, we'll

come back out

into the sun

but we're not thinking about the

future

just getting lazy

and shutting down

systems to conserve power

no strain, no expectation

curl into a ball

it's easy

underground, almost like in a grave

but one that you will emerge

from in due time. To a

different world.

Peace.