Flu what a pigA Poem by Mikeydee
I had things to do and people to meet,
So I went in, knowing the first tingles were there,
The first signs of a runny nose and eyes. Hey it’s spring.
It can’t be flu we don’t do flu in April.
It does feel like I’ve drunk soup or coffee " too hot.
The blank numbness has moved up and forward,
The inside of my nose and all of my skull at the front
Are pushing out, sticking stamps with woollen mittens.
The focus is gone and so should I.
Not constant, but all enveloping, tissues on hand and
All my heat on the outside and suddenly lost.
The news is full of flu fear, what a pig.
I have not been to Cancun (much has I would love to).
No foreign Easter trips for me this year (more’s the pitty).
My contacts are small and their jaunts domestic at best,
Yet I still fear the worst, looming blanket of fear for me and mine.
Mild flu symptoms, a day in the pit and the fever broken,
Yet the doubt lives on and the warnings rise to level 5.
Pandemic " sustained person to person transmission in more than one country. It arrives yet we still don’t know who has the virility.
I feel better than I did but I don’t know the lifecycle so don’t feel
Swept new by the brush of fresh rain.
© 2012 Mikeydee