Water Wanted Sonnet

The woods behind my house are growing dry,

it’s been so long since we’ve had any rain.

I hope the verdant lot can stay alive

the fir and old growth cedars can’t complain

but send their roots to seek water supply.

Our blighted hemlock’s new growth dies in vain.

Birds hop on limbs above mule-deer who lie

beneath fanned sprays concealing their domain.

When suddenly a virus spreads worldwide 

bustle slows down throughout the Earth.

This spring three eaglets fledged from aerie high,

a second brood will soon depart their perch.

More birdsong serenades as traffic subsides

and lack of smog appears to coincide.