Scavengers

 

Scavengers scurry and scrape,

their hunger they have to sate.

They look out from their lair,

yellow eyes shifting left to right.

Darting here, dashing there.

Nervous they emerge.

 

They pound the pavements,

they pace the streets.

These concrete playgrounds

where they come to meet.

Feels hot under the suns bright gaze,

concrete like fire to their tiny feet.

 

The day is long, their hunger grows

but out in the wasteland danger roams.

In metal cages, with stamping feet,

a continuous surge of two legged beasts.

The urge is strong, the hunger gnaws,

to get some food into these claws

 

As shoppers leave in their droves.

Shutters pulled down,

all of the shops have closed.

Tarmac littered with snacks and scraps,

Just a car park to you and me,

but a city sized buffet for rats.

As far as their beady eyes can see.

 

 

Thank you for reading,

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Peace, Love and Poetry.

Kyle