Every summer, my flower pots are attacked by chipmunks.
The little rodents crawl in and their little back feet go to work,
uprooting my blooms and spraying dirt all over the porch.
Not this year.
Not in 2020.
I may not be able to control this wild and crazy world.
The stores may not stock yeast and my favorite toilet cleaner.
The crack of the bat may not be heard in stadiums and ball fields.
We may not sit in theaters watching the summer blockbuster.
We won’t spread blankets on the city square and listen to concerts.
But, by gum, those insolent critters are not going to dig in my flower pots.
My weapons of warfare are plastic forks and they are holding off the enemy.
I’m standing my ground.