There’s tumbleweed in Croydon Road
Where traffic used to be
On Purley Way the cars are gone
It’s eerie as can be
The postman still walks past the house
But now no longer calls
Our heads are down
We dare not speak across our garden walls
In Waddon Ponds, my local park,
The ducks all want for bread
The gates are closed
The keeper gone
No life inside his shed
No more do local dogs walk round
To sniff each others bums,
The swings are still
No shouts of gleee
No calling for their Mums
The joggers too have gone away
With headphones on their head
No cheery waves, no called ‘Hellos’
Who knows what lies ahead
The dreaded Corvid is the cause
Of this catastrophe
The threat is real, although unseen,
Who knows where it could be?
They say ‘wear masks’
Though none are here
They say stay home all day
For me the biggest thing of all
Is to be without my pay.
© 2020 Chris Day