Sunning with your eyes closed, chin resting on the ground
I try to get your attention – behind the railing
Move for me, growl, I want the action
What I see on the Discovery Channel
Do you mirror us
I look at you
You look at me
I want the terror, see you rise quickly
Marvel at your size
Be frightened by the doom that would await
I stay at the railing, friends leave, children keep coming
Leaving disappointed
I know you don’t care
You’re in the Bronx
The Bronx
And although people wear Parkas
They’re wearing them for style

I understand your sadness
Still want the nature, what I read about you
What I’ve watched
Do I have to climb the railing
Enter your small world
Do you have to smell real fear?