Who Gives a Hoot?

Today is spring – who gives a hoot?
Good news, it seems, does not compute
For every day, we wake and learn
Of more to fear at every turn.

They’re out of tests, they’re out of masks;
Stay home except for major tasks.
The stores have closed, the flights curtailed.
A haircut? No, that ship has sailed.

To visit friends is not allowed
And three now really is a crowd
Although, for now, at daybreak’s glow,
I walk while it’s still apropos.

Out there, I get a taste of spring
With all the joy it used to bring
But back inside, the walls impair
The season’s glory, trapped out there.