In the middle of the city
on a cool spring day
an apartment dwelling citizen
was logistically displaced
A call to the wild
ran through his heart
of this middle-class society
he could not take part
and he tried to keep quiet
as dusk came around
and to sleep with a sigh he would go
The soft little sizzle
and occasional spark
gave a light in the midst of the dark
In the sweet-smelling scent
of the evergreen tree
and the sound of the woodpecker's song
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