Storm clouds challenged the skyscraper’s attempt
Posting their gray scale
Above the CEO’s important view.
The type of view
Laborers risk their lives
To clear smudges
From the window glass.
Trees dropped their seeds
And hijacked peripherals
Acclimated to city plants
Blending in with manufactured wood,
And gentrified apartment complexes,
But familiar twirls
Alluding to helicopter blades
Suggest the samaras fall
Relates the human experience
To nature’s survival.
Two squirrels scampered out from
An overturned trash bin.
The ping of their nails
On the receptacle’s aluminum
Reverberated a steel drum melody,
As they escaped up a tree.
Two blue jays grew hostile
To the rodent’s presence
And chirped falsetto peeps,
To take their leave.
An uber driver
Dropped her client off
In front of the tree. The client
Exited the car, heard animal noises
From above. She arched her neck and looked up
To identify the sounds.
Sunlight broke through the storm clouds, overtook her vision
And stained the combatant’s profiles. She peered up again,
But blocked the sun out with her hand as it began to rain.