The heron is confused.

Perched atop a dusty building

Taller than a tree.

Looking confounded at the traffic

Where once existed a lake.

The earthworm is confused.

Scraping its pinkish length

In vain to borrow into concrete.

The frog is confused.

Hopping gleefully on the road.

Oblivious to screechy wheels.

The little bird is confused.

Nesting in a plastic mesh.

Waking up to the blaze of neon lights at midnight.

The fish is confused.

Biting into colourful rubbish

A mirage of a coral colony.

The baby is confused.

Scratching at the screen.

Pulling the real out of the virtual.

The Gods are confused.

Invoked for hate, bloodshed and settling scores.

Forgotten for compassion, love, and acceptance.