Captain's Log: Day Nineteen of Quarantine.
Tomorrow, day twenty may have rhyme a plenty,
but it won't rhyme with quarantine, and that was unforeseen.
I waited all day to write,
to see if something interesting may bite.
I wanted to draw and paint, and dance and prance,
I ended up programming, music and art,
I aimed to do something relaxing, but smart.
Such are meow days, and had been forever and more,
searching for all things special and all the things I adore.
Now, I am finishing today's poem, one foot already in bed,
Though I already had my salad, I wonder if I should make some bread.
That's sounds about right,
I'll waddle downstairs and grab a bite.