As the throng of seagulls descends upon the Wal-Mart parking lot,
their purchases on shopping carts and garbage cans
remind me that we are not so far-removed from nature as we might suppose.
Prides of dandelions threaten the tamed grasses outside my screen door,
preying upon the meek, subservient greenery,
each yellow, wind-tossed mane a testament to tenacity.
If the myriad sentinel street lamps were to let down their guards for but a moment
the infinitely vast army of stars would threaten
the suburban safety of my apartment,
and all I could do would be to sit in the grass of the
burgeoning backyard Serengeti
and welcome the invasion.