Curse of the Urban Naturalist

By E.N

With creatures of every nomenclature.

Birds and bugs and things in trees 

But sound is the only thing bothering me.

Trucks, cars, and the buzz of construction

Are the things bringing my ears destruction.

Dogs roofing and people talking,

Block out the sound of woodpeckers knocking.

Ravens and crows cawing, causing a ruckus

Overshadowed by helicopter rotors, an injustice.

Sparrows dying, bacteria in their veins

All because a housecat bit them with fangs.

Being a naturalist in the city 

Isn't a situation that's very pretty.

I face an animal that meets their end

On the street where the corner bends.

The only thing that can save me now 

Is watching the vultures as they chow down.