just look

they call it a concrete jungle

and beyond the skyscrapers lays

surburbia

little and big houses, brick and wood paneling

some modern, some old, some split

in surburbia the trees of the forest

endless open scenes seem faraway

everything is boxed

but there are the bats that fly overhead each night

cockatoos like rockstars on the road

tiny snails inching along

foxes sneak at night, in and out of fences

mushrooms grow unplanned on the edge of the footpath

ducks swim in constructed ponds

nature is far yet not so far

they call it going back to nature; but it never left

just look

it’s still a jungle out there