poetry for environment

Improving the environment.
Recycling sits in the morning,
Waiting for boisterous boys 
In highlighter vests;

Cats come first,
In their curious way, 

And spill it out
To the pavement.

They chase rolling bottles
And lap up
Excess booze,

Then,
Stagger, stumble

Through the streets,

Rolling around hot tar

And purring at
Balled wool Clouds.

They stalk the sky,
Then each other.


They fight,
Fuck 
And 
Frolic.

Today mice rejoice,

Their foes dance

To a chirping melody.