What to do

A light show, in the
privacy of my own eyes.
I watch, one, two, three, a flutter.
The drone, that's what it has become.
Been reduced to. I don't want to hear,
but it what if it comes up.
On Thursday.
The day. God save us all! I worry.
Maybe just me, not us all.

I need to redo that one. I wonder.
Whip out my iPhone, quick Instagram.
But then it's gone.
Why? Not like this will help, I don't care.
So what? They always talk down to you,
how awfully unnerving.
I sigh. A roll. What to do.
What to do.
What to do.