Lost in the Smog
Poet: Coral Ann Spake, Age 9

A little creature

Blinded, unable to forage.

Unable to find the way home to

its children and family.

A small creature

Afraid confused and alone.

Choking down mouthfuls of soot.

It starts to grow weak,

It’s heart slows,

Look what we have done to our world.

When will we stop?