Hard day's night waits/
For the last flight out/
Free beer fails/
To stir the soul/
(as it used to)/
Bemused I look around for/
Amusement/
(the soul's drug of easy resort)/
I spy! I spy!/
Sparrows! A troika no less!!/
In this anodyne plastic wasteland!!/
Could it be a fey designer's/
Half-wit touch?/
Or possibly/
(oh stirring thought!)/
Nature reclaiming,/
Inch by slow inch,/
Her own
