The ancient bike rests,

against a freshly painted wall,

leaving specs of rust everywhere.

Its handle bars flaking away,

like an old shopping trolley.

The baby giraffe,

only the size of a door,

nibbled on some crunchy leaves.

His neck,

as long as a pipe,

scrunched up as he looked up.

The sparkling spots glistened in the sun

like beautiful sapphires in the sky.

The elephant,

with a trunk as long as a Lamborghini,

gobbles on the damp soft grass.

Its ears where as big as a house

just like Dumbos.