Covid in the cane

The planet is in lockdown. 

And folk are gone insane. 

But there’s nothing like a lockdown – 

with Covid in the cane. 

The mountains keep their splendour. 

The sun it sets each night,

with colours bursting through the sky

in red and orange light. 

The last shades of day flicker. 

And bright blue fades to dark. 

The stars come out and shimmer. 

A billion magic sparks. 

No misery to speak of here. 

No claustrophobic meltdown. 

Nobody living life in fear. 

No isolation breakdown. 

As canefields spread like carpets, 

where taipans hunt for rats, 

the wood glows in the firepit

and shadows dancing bats. 

We bathe in crystal waters

when Sun is at her peak, 

where dappled light it shimmers

off crystal mountain creeks. 

It cleared the smog in China – 

when we thought nothing could. 

Is it wrong to say Corona – might have done the world some good? 

By Tony Maloney.