Concrete wasn’t always made so harsh and solid
In fact it was mostly straw
When I walk without my shoes on
It rubs my poor feet raw
But shoes never make it on my feet
Even walking along the street
Even on a rainy day
This is how my feet will stay
One day I came across a baby owl
Which in this environment did not belong
Some would call this owl cute
But to me it just seemed wrong
She wasn’t moving
Not a bit
Seemed like all she could do was sit
I got closer her stillness became unsettling
Like a wine glass on the edge of a high counter top
Confused, her eyes filled with fear and curiosity
The world around me became foreign
Objects jutted out from the dark hard ground
Air no longer contained oxygen
The sky reached down to me like a mother to a child.
I looked down and up looked the tiny owl
Why were we here?
What has caused this fake reality incorporated within our everyday lives?
If there is more life in this universe, have they wreaked as much havoc as humans have on this world?
On our mother?
What has caused this?
Another rising above in a field of equality, creation?
No, not rising; towering.
The owl flew
Flew far away
Where they are the predator
Not the prey
Where the sun sets
And the sky smiles
Where the ground is soft
For miles and miles