You are a big beautiful bus
driving as fast as can be
like a car wizzing round a hot wheels track.
You are a lovely, leaping leopard
laughing as you sprint
giving people frights as you whizz past.
You are the smell of the night air
damp, dark and cold
like a freezer at its coldest.
You are the sound of a magical harp
playing throughout the universe
almost deafening the children tucked up in bed.
You are in London
buses are beeping people are screaming and bugs are crawling
not a single person can sleep.
You are the memory of
my first day of preschool where I played in the sandpit with my friends .
You are the distance between
a snakes bite and puppy’s scratch .
You are the taste of Cadbury’s chocolate
creamy and delicious .
You are the poem
scrunched up into a ball.