Hustle bustle, a wild bird chuckle.
On my left – wild wings ring
to my right – industrial belts sing.
At the top of the world you see it all,
skyscrapers, they seem so small.
Up above, the sun shines proud.
I see it coming – the change is loud.
The tarantula-legged cranes walk the skyline
like a sloth running along, it’s our friends evil twin – Karl, the smog.
The warmth of the rays comfort my neck,
and joins me and my shadow which I didn’t expect.
2014 you shine so bright.
There’s only more to come,
and I’m ready to take a bite.
January 3rd, 2014