It moves among the shadows.
Somehow it isn’t seen.
To some, the warning not to gather
doesn’t mean a thing.
It thrives among the populace
taking quite a few.
It hopes that quickly, you’ll forget
and you will join them too.

Despite its sullen silence,
this thing is not belated.
Too many have grown comfortable
and they are confiscated.
It passes through the confident
and preys upon the weak,
even if they used to run,
even if they’re meek.

Please take note and understand.
Avoid the grasp of Covid’s hand.