I would take the sight of

the sun burning like a microwave,

a jaguar tiptoeing into the city

and Mo Salah’s feet racing.

I would take the smell of

chocolate being crunched like a squirrel eating its nuts,

nice aftershave giggling in the drawer,

and tropical fruit juice frowning at your appetite.

I would take the sound of

scraping noises like people screaming,

trees shouting at lumberjacks – destroyers of the Earth,

goal posts running away from frightening footballs.