EASY CHOICES

The song of the birds
  the buzz of the bees
  both these observed
  while walking 'mongst trees

Roar of the traffic
  blare of a horn
  sounds of a city
  on any day's morn

Trickling music
  from a tiny brook
  out there in the country
  if we only look

The jostle of people
  on crowded sidewalk
  all pushing and shoving
  while trying to talk

The sweet honeysuckle
  with it's heady smell
  insinuates nostrils
  throughout the dell

The smell of a sewer
  and three day old trash
  as sharp as a skewer
  an olfactory crash

A soft sylvan landscape
  sun-dappled by leaves
  or sage softly rolling
  from light midday breeze

Hard unfiltered sun
  in black parking lot
  makes sweat run like rivers
  its so stinking hot

The scurry of squirrel
  the flash of a deer
  if careful and stealthy
  both can be seen here

The slink of a housecat
  grey blur of a rat
  most you can hope for
  when town's where you're at 

With all of these choices
  I think you'd concur
  to live in the country
  is what I prefer