The wilderness is closer than we think,
The animals,
The wild things,
Our closest link.
Despite our best,
To pave the rest,
Habitats expand instead of shrink.
In they creep in the dead of night,
Or boldly in the morning light,
Coyotes on the patio,
Frogs make a cameo,
The natural world flexes its might.
No boundary between us and them,
They come and go on a whim,
Architecture's not prohibitive,
Animals are freely distributed,
This manmade landscape is not so grim.
Carelessly we've walked the earth,
Moving on when there is a dearth,
Measuring the things we need,
How it's grown or if it bleeds,
And how much it could be worth.
And after everything rusts,
The hardy survivors readjust,
To a world without me or you,
'Tis sad,
But probably true,
The wild things will grow right out of our dust.
9-29-19
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