As dawn begins to rise

the streets are lively

coyotes and ravens

the once-in-a-while bobcat

roaming as we sleep

reclaiming their own world

and a protest breaks out

raucous complaints

against nature

trying to “encroach”

for some would believe

that the world was created

with pretty pavement

and cookie-cutter homes

never imagining

the wilderness we destroyed

never seeing ourselves

as the invaders – Caroline A. Slee