A rotten bike leans against a tree like a snail on a wall.

The burst tyres leak air which knocks birds off course .

The broken handles protrude like demons horns.

The shattered light bulb is coated with webs which are encasing it .

The tiny seat with broken springs longs to be sat on.

The rusty gearguard loomed over the broken wheel.

The long grass crawls up the chains , entangling them .

The rusted gears clink and clank in the breeze.