I met and understood
the meaning of urban jungle
this morning walking through
a downtown alley where
I observed
a cat and a crow fighting over
the remains of a dead rat
I learned that some birds
do really love their
brand of Rocky Mountain
oysters
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Who know what your eye balls might see in the big city!
Thanks, Rob! And sometimes those things should stay unseen.