I sat across from my two tour guides, happy to eat in a more intimate setting because we had become friends over the past time, they had taken me to a restaurant.
The restaurant was shaded and protected with the light feeling cool, the wood on the walls and tables calmed me with their dark tones of brown.
My friends bowls were full of food and mine was empty, I did not feel resentment.
"but what did you have?!" I said
"Dog"
"looks delicious".
A bowl rich with sauce and meat and I was open to try it, with my spoon in my hand.
"What about yours? is it nice?"
"yes"
My spoon offers its friendship but i did not ask, I said "what is it?"
With a spoon in my mouth i hear him say..
"bat"
"aargghhh!" I gurgled realizing my fate as my life turns grey in shock, I have been poisoned! I panic into frozen thought of the future that awaits, I must leave, I need a cure but I know there is no cure for this.
looking right to left for some hope in thought, a primitive reaction to survey the wild maybe?
but Infront of me is my guide. and I feel stupid.
"how is it?" I hear him reply.
"hmm"
"not bad, a little muddy"
To be transparent, I do not have corona virus, this is a fictional poem - image taken from HERE