Hour 22, Savage

Vines now cover the once shining city,
walls of greenery over concrete.
Owls nest in parking garages,
hawks on skyscrapers,
bald eagles on the shores of park ponds.
Deer graze in door gardens,
run to seed and melding into one.
What happened to the graceful lines
of award winning architecture, none
now are left who can say.
Stone lions in front of the libraries
are overshadowed by zoo prides escaped.
The people are gone, but life will go on,
nature trumps nurture after all.

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