I bought you a bottle of wine

The colour of blood

Left it at your door
In the time of Coronavirus

We are all

Stone dwellers

Of some degree

Hope your birthday was good

Time is moving on fast

You and me

Both on crazy untrodden paths

Shut the door

Shut the light

So

The world can’t get in

I’ll think I’ll get a bottle of disinfectant

And get myself clean