The Pterodactyl of time
Meanders over the Universe
It creates an anomaly in every paradox
Our lives rotate in ever decreasing circles
as we struggle to exist
in a world that acts like a circus
Why is time so cruel and hard?
All we ask for “is give me a minute”
But time is on its guard
The virus seeks a prey
Its talons are outstretched
Waiting to take us away
The Pterodactyl is called Covid 19
Its hunger is enormous
Will the World ever again be CLEAN.