A Blur of Fur

A Blur of Fur (2)

About 5 months ago, this lovely creature came into my life. Of course, I had to write a poem dedicated to her! Initially, I felt disappointed at the poem because most of my poems contain at least a hint of anger, this one does not. Not even a bit. But I decided to be okay with that and she looks amazing in photos, so this post needed to happen.

Earth is Beauty

I wrote this on a train that wove through the northern part of the Los Angeles Forest.

Greys and Browns

Orange and Faded Green

Small trees, low shrubs

and silver rocky hills.

I see Beauty stretch for miles,

but all the greedy capitalists want

is blood and organs

to sell for profit.

All they see is dollar signs

development, mining

and oil.

As the Greys and Browns of

trees and plants fade into

identical track houses and what

they call Civilization (and I call Destruction and Death).

Manufactured and installed trees,

paved streets

and commerce.

What happened to the Beauty?

White settlers destroyed it all.