A Weird Day by Ron MS Designer
Weird Days
Weird days are upon us,
In many strange and new ways.
I guess that can be expected,
As we face these weird days.
Things keep popping in on us,
That we never experienced before,
At least no rude traveling salesman,
Knocking with a smile at our door.
Still, they seem to be in our business,
Whether we are in business or not.
It seems a bit insidious, doesn’t it?
Trying to take my hard earned plot.
Just a nosy drone delivering packages,
Looking through our window pane,
Checking to see if we are home or not,
Also, filming our moves for their gain.
Strange birds have flown our way.
Are they lost or just can’t find the day?
What’s making them make the change?
Are their lives also being rearranged?
Nothing weirder than the weather,
Day in blizzard, and then, in heather.
So, if you’re going to Scarborough Fair,
Be prepared to be flooded while there.
Copyright 2025 © Ronald W. Hull
3/6/25
You can read and print the poem at my website here.
Rebecca
On the drone issue, I don't see any where I live, and I am on the 16th floor with an expansive view of the bays and the mainland.