That tickling time we never
Thought would tip its toe
Into our days. Took us whole with a hoe
Dropped us straight into holes as
Snakes, sent off fun feeding fields.
We, like snakes, were left
With empty hisses,
Scaring nothing in the
Deep dark ditch
Except for passing frogs,
Sent by hashtags as hugs.
Like social crocodiles
Banished from spring waves,
We became pale, longing for the sea
Though we still had good soil to warm
Our scutes but then our bodies left us
Broken, craving gravely for fluid.
