By my side is little Hera,
Pacing like a dusky storm
She looms and stares while I read
An unpaid intern that appears between naps
And sits by my bare feet, waiting for dry treats
Charms clapping when she shakes her nose
She pays no heed to the growing chaos outside
Unemployment, oceans and racism on the rise
Our worries can’t collar her when she socializes in the park
By Amaury
