Quick scribble. I just want to be the squirrel in the tree outside my window today. I've had enough. 

 

Up and down the Ash trees,

Round and round they go,

Unaware, oblivious,

Of these troubles that we know,

No Coronavirus seeping,

Through their very roots,

Dampening their daily walks,

Or tarnishing their fruits,

No handwashing,

Isolating,

Searing, hurting longing,

To see their squirrel sisters,

No losing their belonging,

No wiping down leaves,

To keep nests sanitised,

Counting down days,

Until vaccinations arrive,

 

I just want to be a squirrel,

Round and round they go,

Up and down the Ash Trees,

With no place else to go.