Daniel stepped into the room. He didn’t know what was through the door. The only way to find out was to open it and step in
The forest
I wandered into the forest and I saw a cute little cat sitting on a tree stump but looks can be deceiving, actually the cat was a demon CAT! I was terrified how was I going to get away. Luckily a GIANT neon day gecko jumped into the scene and got me on his back and I rode home and to this day my arm is still lost in misery.
Shed
The shed sits in wait on the cold hard slab.
The pitched roof partly covered by leaves blending into the garden.
The timber door damp weathered and seasoned held screwed by the russet hinges.
Planted pot terracotta red in stark contrast to the ship-lap panels.
Spring
Snowflakes melt away.
The winter thaw starts new life.
Daffodils appear.
Lambs spring into life.
Baby birds twitter away.
Spring is here to stay.
The rusty old bike was chained to the silver berch tree calling for help.
The poem of everything
The rusty ancient bike is waiting to be ridden.
The spokes are like strawberry laces.
The handlebars jut out like a cows horn.
The brakes are like a screeching bird.
The light is like a cyclops eye.
The wheels are like a fidget spinner flowing through the air.
The old rusty bike is leaning against his old friend the birch wood tree.
The cobwebs in the spring are glistening like shining jewels.
What are you?
You are a pair of glasses ready for more sight of a glaze of light.
You are the taste of beefy burgers on a BBQ.
You are a poodle roaming and cuddling as soft as a slipper
You a clever climbing cat catching rats.
You are an orange ready to have a fresh cup of orange juice.
You are Friday on a hot sunny day of the weekend.
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