One would assume that one mistake would be enough. One might even think that humans would learn not to repeat the same mistake over and over again. An invisible virus shook their world and brought them to their knees. Things got so worse so fast that many humans went into “hibernation” mode. They stayed holed up in their homes for weeks. That gave Nature some breathing space to work her magic and heal Mother Earth. But the humans got bored. They came out of hiding and violated the guidelines set by their own kind against the invisible enemy. Even now, they gather together in huge numbers, shunning masks, and other protective steps. Social distancing seems like a joke. When are they ever going to learn? But then again, what do I know? I’m just a statue, stuck in a facepalm forever. Maybe it’s a blessing in disguise. I just can’t bear to watch the humans sabotaging themselves. Eww! Hey, pigeon. What was that for? I’m not your personal poop space. Shoo! Scram! Go find somewhere else to poop. I have got covered in enough poop for the day!
This poem was written in response to The Sunday Fiction Prompt. Thank you, Donna for hosting this challenge. The challenge is to use the picture prompt as inspiration to compose an original story in less than 200 words.
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