In a monochrome suit with a wild flair, I stride across plains with a striped affair. A horse in disguise, nature's optical trick, blending in herds, yet standing out quick.

It's invisible but can carry a kite. And make leaves dance without a sound. Can blow you away, so hold on tight. Can blind by kicking up dust from the ground.

Probably the biggest thing you won’t miss if you have the benefit of working remotely

Spun fine into thread. In beds. Under heads. Looming white, like a moonlight stead. Make your pick, before the seed-wind spreads. Fibrous from nature. Polyester it dreads.

On your head I often sit, a crown of sorts, a perfect fit. Shield from sun or rain I might, or simply add a touch of delight.