A Chicago Forest Preserve

The traffic around you contains birds flying back and forth,
Tweeting their frustration to bad flies.
There are tiny baby deer following their mothers
As they slip through a maze of trees,
Sometimes getting struck in the mud.
Toy airplanes zoom pass you,
And deer and rabbits poke their heads out
From the trees to see what all the commotion is,
There’s a soccer game going on at your right.
You can hear the children screaming from your spot
Under a skyscraper of a tree.
In the distance,
You can smell burnt wood
While smoke flies up to the sky.
You stay until the night time comes.
The crickets come out and sing.