The lonely bike

was waiting desperately

for its owner

to pick him up and

take him back home.

The lonely rusty bike

was waiting eagerly

to be cleaned

with love and affection.

The lonely bike’s

handle bars were

hibernating under

a layer of soft

virescent moss.

The lonely bike’s

rusty old cogs

were too lazy

to wake up

from its slumber.

The lonely bike

was leaning against

a worn out tree,

a hungry predator

just waiting to pounce!