Llamas running in the street,
and we have a front row seat.
From the ground and in the air,
cameras follow everywhere.
Ballpark feline running wild,
and the crowd is getting riled.
But it scampers all for naught,
as most times it just gets caught.
Bears, Moose, and Squirrels too,
throw some Cougars in the stew.
Wild Things where they should not be,
yet there they be for you and me.
After while it just gets boring,
but their ratings keep on soaring.
Maybe I’m a mundane seeker,
long to see a Plain Old Streaker.