Menagerie of Contrasts

I can't see birds flying
but cats with light captured in their eyes stare at me from dustbin piles at night.
Constructed green trees 'implanted' across
the 'coast' that seems like a crystal ball, with sparkling souqs and dazzling malls;
pot-holed streets and bylanes failing to deter
noisy racing bikes from moving only on rear wheels.
The deprived, hot exteriors pitted against
the luxurious, cold insides
Posh, marbled mansions alongside
dusty matchbox cement-rises;
A thousand flashy cars whizzing past
goggle-eyed pedestrians( teeming crowds of foreigners
beaming with the feel of glittering notes with prying eagles);
flowing fuel and trickling water...
Doha hurls delightful contrasts at me.