Tokyo Wildlife

I wander and wonder around the concrete forests of Tokyo. It is magnificiently advanced yet it is just a transformed equivalent of a normal wildlife. Its rivers are paved and concrete, with fishes as vehicles that swim through and through around unending brooks and streams. Its eagles soar high above the clouds, featherless and roaring, as planes. Tokyo lights are far more brighter and neon because stars and moons were hanged over its lamp posts. Imprisoned for eternity, they form constillations over bridges and highways. Its inhabitants are of elvenkind; fair, white, and delicate, working from dawn till night. And in the hollows of their concrete, leafless, lifeless trees, they burrow for gold, tirelessly and senselessly. Then in the downfall of their strength, they head for home to rest only to be devoured in the belly of the subway serpentine train.