Black urban bird

Black urban bird

Fortunately or unfortunately

My friend

The jungle wasn’t made

For none of the both

Neither for us is the anesthesia 

Of the hospitals’ clean & easy release

Because for us was made the dirty death

Of sidewalks and streets

Even the pretext of being

Just another step

In the food chain

Isn’t ours, my friend

Because except for some strayed kitties

And repulsive insects

Our meat, nerves and bones

Aren’t appreciated by nobody

Black is the ink in our quills

But if someone pay attention

Will see the rainbow in them

Without necessity of any rain

Anyway, the city

With its multilevel reality

And its intermittent sidewalks

Is our home

But we don’t waste tears on our fate

Because we need all of them

To protect our eyes from the smog

And to sing heartedly, unheard songs

Below the city’s 

Red smoke dyed sunsets

Inside its streets’ labyrinth 

Too far from the jungle’s natural scheme

VABM June 3, 2010

http://victor-bueno.blogspot.com/2010/06/black-urban-bird_04.html