Orangey Skies

If you’re heading outside for a task,

Just forget it. And why, you might ask?

For in New York, the air

Is so bad you don’t dare

To leave home without wearing a mask.

 

The day looks as dark as the night

And the smell tells you something’s not right,

So it’s best now to hide

And keep staying inside

With your windows completely shut tight.

 

Though it seems like we’re under a curse

And the atmosphere can’t get much worse,

Life is filled with surprise

For these orangey skies

Have provided a subject for verse.