#WritcoPoemChallange
#CoronaVirus

A strawberry fell on the ground,
left alone there,
well the daily steps
silenced were
in the quarantine call.
And a dove pecked
and flew free and landed
in the mirror of a car
shrunken,
it didn't start
for weeks.

And the fruit seller waited
in vain to finish their perishables,
and the pigeon paid nothing.
And that man went to save himself
to its own nest,
that of millions of people,
from the great human
hibernation
while the fearless
they play with death
microscopic,
in that vertical rain
and persistent
looking for his own
den in...