I’ve read and been intrigued by articles about wildlife taking over now-quiet city streets. Sometimes I wonder what they must think of all of this!
Through My Eye
a COVID-19 poem by Lauren Hallstrom
I have made my home
in the upper corner of the porch,
atop a pillar
where they have put spikes to prevent me,
but still I stay.
I have collected each knobbed twig
that was dampened with rain
so that I may twist and weave it to my will.
It is a great view of the world from this perch.
I have learned that the building’s clear partition
that separates inside from outside
is called a window,
through which you cannot fly but merely look.
Through it I can see that the humans are
frolicking about and chattering at each other.
I can see one is leaving now—
a face covering hanging from his ears.
There are fewer people about, lately;
I find myself unbothered.
The trails they have carved in the earth
to travel on have been left nearly empty.
I cannot understand it.
Perhaps the people are hibernating.
Perhaps they are afraid of the world.
When I spread my wings and launch myself upwards
and let myself flit about the sky,
I savor the trees that are forever reaching up
and the rivers that trace every creature’s home.
I see a world draped in color.
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