A  brandon stroll

 On Monday, fog was everywhere 

The thick gloomy fog filled the streets of brandon

You couldn’t see a meter in front of you 

On Tuesday cars where crazy on the streets

People were driving around trying to get to their destination

You could smell the car fumes coming out of the hot exhaust

On Wednesday a glimmering rock caught the corner of my eye

Its was luring me in to take it home

I was hesitant at first but i soon picked it up 

On Thursday, I went to the market square, 

hustle and bustle filled the air, 

like feeding time at the zoo. 

On Friday, I found a baby fox,

smothered by the roofless arms of mud,

screaming in the darkness like babies for their mum. 

On Saturday, I found the local church,

rough and bumpy like an old abandoned building.

thick, heavy wood protecting what lays within.

On Sunday, I heard the roaring of a fire,

embers twinkling like stars in the night, 

lost souls trapped burning into smoke.