TURF OUT THE WILDLIFE

More rural space becomes an urban scar As man’s machines arrive and start to scrape Through living loam down to the dead grey clay. Hedges ripped out and carted off to tip, Trashing nests and burrows right from the start. The babbling brook that supplied the small pond Is piped to concrete culvert underground Destroying one more vital habitat. Now soon we see lots of luxury homes. Synthetic stone and bright white PVC With neat lawns made of bright green plastic grass Ready to place a puerile plastic gnome. No longer do we see dark sky at night, The Milky Way being masked by amber glow. With space to spare commercial buildings come. More rural space becomes an urban scar.