“A lot of you despise me,And I don’t understand why.I am not ugly or deserving of your hate.I survive every day on the streets,That used to be meadows.There are no tasty seeds,Because you turned trees into buildings.I eat what you throw on the ground,Because I have no choice.Water is harder and harder to find.Do you know what it takes to survive in a world that is not mine anymore?Please don’t scare me or hurt me,Just let me live –Live in your world that was once mine..”
I am reminded of the last line of John Graves’, The Last Running, “We had a world, once.” That book was picked for Steve’s book on books. Chap 60.