Our Nature by the City

There once lived a deer,
Who stood as tall as a mouse;
He truly loved nature,
But the city was his house…

A metropolis so strewn,
For whom very few care,
In which austerity and grief,
He was worthy to share.

But this tiny deer’s dream
Was so finite and rare –
To find bliss close to nature,
That countryside flair.

Then, surrounded by traffic,
And a high concrete wall,
He, by chance, met a giraffe,
Who was nine inches tall.

The two became united,
Both in size and in plight,
And wandered eagerly and blithely,
Believing nature to be right.

But still coldly abandoned,
And uncared for by all,
They were swept into some sewer
By high winds and rainfall.

But in cities, and in nature,
Waters drive, wash folks clean –
In the end, these two creatures
Found a dreamy rural scene! 

Each cherished by the other,
As their dreams faced long odds –
This land of run-off liquids
And pollution gives nods.