Cities In The Time Of Coronavirus Poem by Alan Sandham

The Great Cities' bustle has shrunken away,
Streets fall to unnatural quiet,
Tourists and citizens mark this new day,
And pigeons revert to a more natural diet;

Under the bridges of Venice, they say,
Fishes are swimming in shoals,
The lack of traffic lets the fish play,
It could be one of the virus's goals;

La Serenissima, for once, is serene,
The first time in many a year,
The city lives now what its name means,
As the canals become quite calm and clear.