Pandemic poetry prompt – an abandoned pet carrier

Spring is one of my favourite seasons and I look forward to seeing the bursting buds and beautiful blossoms.

I hope regular readers are getting out for walks, fresh air and sunshine. For many people, being in isolation is a harsh new experience. It could be worse.

As an introvert and borderline agoraphobe, I haven’t found it all that difficult. I admit to experiencing some anxieties when running errands and getting groceries. The retailers are doing their best for safe and clean protocols but some shoppers just don’t get it. I can only laugh at my OCD tendencies when I become upset at people who don’t know how to follow instructions like distance line-ups or the big red duct tape arrows on the aisle floors.

On my way home after Saturday morning walkies, I passed through one of the local shopping plazas to see what the storefront lineups were like. Following the pathway to our neighbourhood, I was disgusted by the discarded surgical gloves. This is not a COSTCO parking lot, people! Smarten up!

One thing that caught my eye and tugged at my heart strings was an abandoned pet carrier along the path.

Abandoned pet carrier

There are many possible explanations but my mind went to the worst-case scenario that some human could no longer take care of their small pet and decided to “set it free” outdoors.

Feel free in the comments section to offer poetic responses, preferably in Haiku form.

Thanks for reading.

Stay home. Stay safe.

T

 

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