proto -virus
hungry
 the hangries unabated
   still the window rolled up
 to the moon
 no less,
   blatant unawareness seemingly,
 yet target
practice
   was deemed too late
 for the day
"Eat your tabasco sauce, children!"
  she cried
   but they had run off
we huddled around a lantern
 and told stories
none of which were true
   but no one would laugh
     until we fell and hurt our knee
HAHA