L.Q. Jones' A BOY AND HIS DOG (1975)

Four years from now, if COVID ain't the thing
(Oh, sorry, Blood, I know that's not a word)
The bombs might get us. What would take the sting
From such a fate would be, I might have heard,
A cyber-telepathic cranky hound
To find me partners, call for popcorn, sense
What I cannot, while making not a sound
That any else can hear. 'Twould be intense.
The mutt might well have Unca Harlan's voice!
Don Johnson isn't bad, for once. No one
At twenty-something always sucks. Rejoice!
On balance, 'tis a silly romp, and fun
Across the 'pockyclypse. I'd take a K.I.T.T.
In canine form along for sure! No spit!

Susanne Bier's BIRD BOX (2018)

Survival in another "pockyclypse" --
We've seen it many times, but here, to look
Is what one mustn't do. To come to grips
With such a world is hard, but then they took
It up a notch.  Unseen is not enough;
There must be crazies to oppose the blind
By choice. Come see as Sandra Bullock, tough
But motherly, must ever keep her mind
Off what she mustn't let herself perceive
While also shooting rapids. This should not
Work near so well, but yes, I did believe.
One thing, though, bugged me. Both the leads were hot,
But how come Mr. Rhodes' was tight and strong
Throughout, while Sandra's hair kept growing long?