Concrete Jungle

Skyscrapers emerge like great stalagmites

Their tops wreathed in mist

Streets cobweb like the veins of a leaf

People are talking, laughing, yelling

In English, French, Russian

Not everyone understands one another

But some do

We gather at watering holes to feed

Go out in the mornings to forage

Return at dusk

Are we not

A concrete jungle?

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