Urban jungle, yes literally, not metaphorically,
though maybe more like a ghetto forest.
Leading the determined coalition, is one sleek fox,
low lying, white tipped tail, like a log on legs.
Following fellow fox is great black bear, also
in forceful forward motion, head level, purpose
in his gait and onward gaze, alongside the girl.
She, decked in tartan plaid skirt, red cap
and sweater, strides along friend bear
among the graffiti’d concrete landscape
peppered with spare thin trees, once patterned
for park pleasure seekers and outdoor fun.
In ruins now, no one in the neighborhood
respects the land, so the conservationists
have taken up extreme measures for the cause:
the children and the animals, who will inherit
the earth when the mature of the human species
go extinct, march forth to the city council meeting
to state their piece: “Who will speak for the trees
and the bees before they’re completely gone?”