Number 27: Insect or Bat, March 17, 2020.
The poem scribbled under the watercolour painting reads:
Insect or bat
upside down,
its weightless chic
the talk of the town,
possible jackhammer,
needle of sickness,
odd in something
that has no thickness.
The creature hangs around
like a locket,
small enough
to put in your pocket
When will we know
who it's right to fear?
the distant foe
or the one right here?
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