The Virus


by Cantinker Moss



A reflection of today…its adversity…its weakness…its determinism…its courage…its hope… its patience…let us not be quick to give up or give in, for we never know what might be around the corner in our darkest hour.


Alas it came

With March’s darkened skies.


Then the symptoms of the sickness:





And the gasping for air and nauseous insides.


Then we heard the different voices of

First responders,


Law enforcement,

Even the President of the United States,

But we also heard the young and old cry.


From Johns Hopkins out to Stanford,

Men and machines,



Rank and file in scrubs,

Worked round the clock…no guarantee to survive.


But they would not quit nor cower,

This masked army

Simple and wise.

We too, wore masks

And kept our distance

Six feet or two meters: front/back, side by side.


In this pestilence,

People wonder, “Why?”

But God is not caught napping.

He looks for caring, praying hearts worldwide.


You see, Parson Jack said,

“No man is an island, entire of itself;

Every man is a piece of the continent,

A part of the main;

If clod be washed by the sea,

Europe is the less,

As well as if a promontory were,

As well as if a manor of thy friends,

Or if thine own were;

Any man’s death diminishes me,

Because I am involved in mankind;

And therefore never send to know for

Whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.” *


Love one another…however you can.


*John Donne (1572-1631)


Photo by CDC on Unsplash




My little buddy

by Cantinker Moss

Here is my good buddy. This guy has single-handedly (-pawedly?} changed my opinion about felines. Yes, there are cats with nasty dispositions, but they probably have their reasons.  And really, all animals have their particular traits. Wolves and mountain lions kill to eat, and even pit bulls are trained to fight, unfortunately.

But this guy…well, he’s definitely low maintenance. A can of Nine Lives, and he’s content.

So I want to introduce you to Gumball as he is known around the house. (Gumball is a popular cartoon cat) But to me, he’s known as Sgt. Gumball. If he isn’t eating, you’ll find him on a chair in the living room…sleeping on my son’s bed…on a table next to me and my easy chair…or a bean bag chair in my den.  You’ll also find him stalking around the house in the middle of the night.  I guess he’s probably on one of his patrols looking for enemies.  Yep, you’ll find him in any of these places—that is if he isn’t in my lap when I’m not using my laptop.


That’s my buddy.

(I had to revise the photo of Sgt. Gumball because I lost it on a previous manuscript) (Also, thanks to my son, Phil, for a great shot of Sgt. Gumball at attention at the top of this post.