The car

The crooked car laid against the

field side bushes.

It’s roof as orange as a forest fire.

show out in the sunlight.

It’s wheels as deflated as a popped balloon.

It’s seats and headlights gone like a lost child.

It’s rusty door beat up like a fight in a boxing match.

and as it opens mysteriously out of nowhere it squeaks

like a little mouse.

It’s bonnet as tilted as a plane doing a loop to loop.

It’s petrol cap no longer useable.