Wildlife

A flash of red as I pass a bush;
a cola lid tries to avoid detection.
In trees overhead, plastic bag cockatoos
sit on highest boughs avoiding collection.

Empty packets of chocolate and chips
scatter along side the path I walk
while rustling papers play without fear
of the litter-man and his two-pronged fork.

I feel the onus to capture and dispose
but the dent I’d make would be rather small.
Perhaps if we all thought about it more
then the true wildlife would again have it all.