One day while sitting shaded rocks watching frogs.. saw an alligator speak in whispers to a dog.. seems a mission was ordered from a social ledge.. an owl gave pouch to Agent Social Finch the ‘cutting edge’..
Seems something called plastic kills of no intent from man.. seems they now realize what is life.. and ‘trash for can’..
Folks can walk.. swim and talk.. marvel their insides.. pretense against any sense.. they toss trash to the tides..
Wonder is as Blunder does then a Cleaner Crew.. comes for each childish mess.. trash actions done and viewed.. look around.. sky down to ground.. in the ocean deep.. sneakily he dumps his trash.. that ‘special trashy creep’..
Whether rich.. powerful.. corporate CEO.. gold bought sold and control is tattooed on their toes.. when asked to act right clean each stupid they will do.. their disclaimer is tagged.. ‘we don’t make that kind of pooh’..
Fence them to their own.. that they may not destroy.. or bring urban blight to places nature still enjoys..
Dog bark out a warning.. keep your humans from the dim.. flowers show beauty in freedom.. alligator swim.. ‘their home is ours’.. hoots every owl.. dove coos love one can see.. dance in lightning flashes.. as mankind evolves to be..
Thought.. ‘those for whom I had love.. some as friends.. some as lovers.. only one who is truly both.. may find what they know to be good is not lame.. it is simply what they approve of.. as I see contradiction hurt good folks in confusion.. I wonder when they will realize the source of that contradiction’..