The Creature

Jaden Myers’ COVID-19 Poem

The streets were empty.

Supplies became rare.

It was now among us;

There is no time to prepare.

Lives were taken

As it wanted to make us aware

Of the creature that’s lurking.

We have not a spec of time to spare.

As the creature rampages

Through the place we call home

It likes to play a game

Of who’s dying or coming home.