The ancient bike is alone and abandoned

its only friend being the gnarled birch tree.

Swathed with spindling cobwebs.

Its home is the venture and floral

Crawling creatures find it a homely haven.

It’s a long forgotten memory.

Dying stationary chains, the debris of soldier’s battle armour

It could go on forever sharing its stories, far and wide,

the only wish that remained was that someone would return to ride,

Away in the streets for one last time…