Picture the Scene- before the World groaned-
A Flittermouse – hanging in fear-
They had gathered to Dine- their bellies prepared-
And mouths- gaping wide- to receive it.
No darkness- malevolence- no witchcraft- or death-
Had entered the soul of this mammal-
No intention of harm- to create or disarm- Our World-
On the edge of great peril.
They had dined on fine wine-
The mood was sublime-
The Banquet declared a success-
A toast to the Hostess- with “Crowns” for her guests-
And four stars for ‘Flitter’s’ tenderness.
Now dark clouds loom-
A Portent of Doom-
As we wait for a Truth- from a Shaman.
Will we wait in vain-
Will that time come again
Would we hear the Flittermouse Refrain.
(Flittermouse-an old fashioned word for the bat)
Covid-19, March 2020.