A Voice For the Animals

Lost amongst the clatter of the day, battling with the cacophony of progress, is a songbird singing for no one to hear. Hiding in the jungle of cables and steel, fighting for sunlight with scrapers of sky, a flower clings to a life so dear. Shuttling between concrete and trees, acorns and trash making tasty treats, a squirrel lays store for winter food. How about we have more bird parks where songs are sung all day, and more places to grow naturally, free, without being human-skewed? They blend with ours and we encroach on theirs, we take and they have no choice, let us give the animals a voice for their mood.