inner city woods
bounding up bricks and boulders,
mashing through mud,
scaling slippery slopes.
they claim the turf,
creating their own challenges;
each by each they reach the peak.
self sorting by the swing,
a fair game begins;
'look at me', they shrill as
they fly over the hill.
scoping out choice spots for capturing wildlife,
we marvel and mourn the flotsam and jetsam
and flora and fauna of the inner city woods;
flowers and beds and binbags.