The abandoned bike is left in the alleyway,

it desperately wants to have an owner,

it looks up to the shimmering sky and makes a wish,

its wishes to be a beautiful princess,

The whining wheels were covered  in black dusty ash.

they wished they could roll again,

instead they they silently sit still,

as they watch children playing

The lonely pedals are as moldy as a fire place in a witches house, 

the grass is slowly swallowing them up, 

like a tortoise eating some leaves, 

The ancient handle bars creek as they try to twist and turn,

they moan as they fail to do so, 

the rocks press down on the handle bars like the weight of 700 buildings,

The poor abandoned bike