Hens, Liberty, Groundhog Day

Groundhog Day

Liberty Hens

How I envy the rabbits and birds that are completely aloof, their routines have not changed. Six feet apart does not apply in the sky, or within the tall grass where they hide. I resent the trees for the trees know no quarantine. I miss the smiles that were bright like the sun, now covered by masks. I simply long for the rain to wash the virus away. I am trapped in Groundhog Day. My world has temporarily stopped. But earth keeps spinning.