Social Isolation: Day 34

Too many deer to count
maketh to lie down
in green pastures
that would normally,
this time of year,
be our back yard.
Sometimes they do that,
just lie down. And the foxes
rest in their dens,
groundhogs in burrows,
birds in nests,
as if they agreed,
for a day,
to leave each other alone.
Maketh is a better word
than makes. The virus
and the chill air maketh me
to watch and learn,
here at the big window,
how wild things may
take a break beside still waters,
how damp brown grass
turns green again,
and how a soul,
even in isolation,
might look outside
and find itself restored.
S. Robbins, April 20, 2020

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