empty bird feeder, a cat and Mr. T
the bird feeder swings
empty in morning sunshine
a cat sleeps soundly
What will this auspicious day tell us
or will it all be about Mr. Trump
whose dis-fortune has waxed eloquent
in decades and years past
Some may wish to disappear
Just withhold needed food
And we will all surely starve
From our homemade C-19 stew
Without a roadmap or remedy in sight
There’s nothing so naked
As hanging out in the public eye
Bereft of sustenance
Without a plan
And without a leader
The saddest part is that no matter who wins this election, Mr. Trump still has over two months in office.
Thank you for your visits during this year of Covid-19 and Black Lives Matter. I can’t tell you how life-giving it has been to write and post my thoughts. Today I’m feeling worn out. Not yet ready for whatever comes next.
For now, I’m going to cook, walk, enjoy the sunshine, listen to music, play with Smudge, and maybe even play the piano.
© Elouise Renich Fraser, 3 November 2020
Photo of Smudge taken by ERFraser, 2014