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New York, The Urban Jungle 

By: AnnaMaria Leal

Do you hear the wild creaking call of the ferocious garbage truck. One of the biggest predators out there. A scavenger of unwanted materials fueled by what is tossed aside. Hear its creaking roar as it opens its jaw to receive the remnants of that which others discard. 

 

Watch as the subway rats scamper across the tracks. Don’t pay attention and you might find one at your feet. The tiny, but mighty, beasts of the rails. 

 

Oh, look it’s the docile pigeon, a variety of shades and patterns. Humble yet beautiful, these “rats of the sky,” watch as they fly. But stand underneath them and they might bestow their “good luck.”

 

We return to the streets of our beautiful urban jungle, for the less obvious of our many creatures, the measly roach. Watch as you approach for, they’ll hide under your stride. 

 

Our urban jungle is filled with creatures big and small, there is adventure for every type of explorer. You just got to take the first look.

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