Miley and I walk down the street
ignoring the cannabis scented clouds:
she stops – sniffing every urinated message,
occasionally leaving a reply.
My dog passes the laughing gas canisters,
polystyrene boxes and broken glass
searching for discarded bones, bread and tissue paper
to eat, rip or claw.
We stroll through the park
once yellow smiling daffodils grin brown and withered.
Squirrels multiply – fecund rats in the trees,
Miley too slow to control the rodent population.
Despite urban desolation
look harder:
see the green canopy
grass, birds,
sometimes even a butterfly.
The world isn’t dead –
we still have time.
Dec 19, 2024
Dec 19, 2024 at 12:17 PM UTC
Miley and I walk down the street
ignoring the cannabis scented clouds:
she stops – sniffing every urinated message,
occasionally leaving a reply.
My dog passes the laughing gas canisters,
polystyrene boxes and broken glass
searching for discarded bones, bread and tissue paper
to eat, rip or claw.
We stroll through the park
once yellow smiling daffodils grin brown and withered.
Squirrels multiply – fecund rats in the trees,
Miley too slow to control the rodent population.
Despite urban desolation
look harder:
see the green canopy
grass, birds,
sometimes even a butterfly.
The world isn’t dead –
we still have time.
Just a few thoughts about the planet as I walk my dog. We walk through littered streets and a run down park but there are also signs of hope if humanity gets its act together.