Concrete jungle safari I am on the prowl. Unnatural habitat. Spectators and animals Alike. Freely roam. Seemingly unafraid. Crossing the road in hordes Taxis in a queue Green light sends them asunder The lunch hour is a busy time Church bells ring distant Food doesn't sate urban hunger. Wonder what creature left this Curious pattern Of ash droppings behind. I spot one anon, who has His head in the clouds Of smoke, possibly seething. Much like his car, fueled by coal This man finds his fuel In the bright glowing embers. The growl of a motorbike, Catches my fancy. On haunches at the STOP sign. An average consumer He uses every drop Poured into the large fuel tank. He bought his tickets same as Everyone here. He will do as he pleases. A maiden fair, or so she Appeared from afar. Mirage in the gray jungle. Elusive prey in the mor...
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