I am an urban chameleon

In the hustle-bustle of the urban jungle.

Every day the business stampede

Crosses the high street savannah.

I crouch at the edge, observing.


At night I pause

Between the concrete trunks

Of car parks.

I reach out and grab what I can –

No one notices me.


Hooded wildebeest are tailed

By uniformed predators.

Feathered flamingos flock

From shop to shop.

They don't see me –

I am invisible, grey on grey.

Sometimes I think they look my way,

But they quickly avert their eyes.


I am only there

When someone wants to

Snarl,

Snap,

Shout at me.

I am only there

To collect their copper leftovers.


I am an urban chameleon

In the hustle-bustle of the urban jungle.

I don't want your pity,

But I have a place here too.


Don't let me fade away.