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Masks And Whiskers
half-dead they do linger
machines tinkle and purr
medics swathed in plastic
distressed humans a-stir
beneath ICU wards and
amid odd cavities galore
smaller fauna breathes
distant the muffled roar
who considers the mice?
they live in hospital too
a big enough challenge
without this virus stew
if you listened carefully
on dozing wards at night
...Sunday 24th January 2021 1:06 pm
Sick Santa
social distancing scorned
masks impede his beard
visor scares the reindeer
spooking as he steered
medics shave his whiskers
off with red festive attire
reindeer pining for Santa
cough softly at their byre
tube down Santa's chimney
no more season's greetings
in a coma Christmas begets
few hale or hearty meetings
drones take Santa's place
icy pla...
Friday 25th December 2020 10:31 am
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