City Life



I watch my pet cat dart about

my kitchen garden,

thinking of the changes that have crept in–


Eat or be eaten,

the way of life in the wild,

now, reinvented for the urbane,

concealed by shimmery electric lights

and the smell of warm notes–


Vehicles gush by, silhouetted

by oncoming headlights

and up, above, smoke travels in ripples

choking birds in its wake.





So I wore laziness

like a coat,

letting life take its natural course.


I sat on the lurch

with my head nestled in my hands

and I saw life stride forward,

 round a bend, then disappear.


Time passed

and I was left behind.

No doubt there.

My coat, now old, is torn-

laziness well worn.