Karma
Sensing a change,
they wander into town.
In ones and twos they roam
down from the Great Orme
and into the deserted streets.
They re-group in Trinity Square
and confidently now, parade down
Mostyn Street, window shop as they go
before taking a nap in the churchyard.
This is their territory now.
In a far away market
an abomination,
animals as commodities,
captured, packed into cages,
pitifully they watch and await
their cruel fate. And so
the medieval trade continued,
as a virus jumped species.
Warnings went unheeded
and lessons were not learnt.
Nature is returning
to cities around the world,
the animals converging.
This is their territory now.
People have vanished,
transport halted,
an eerie stillness
hangs over all.
We stay home and wait,
we’re in our cages now.
Vivien Foulkes-James 2020