The Alley
The grape vines droop from the double garage.
Birds splash in puddles playfully, they chatter in the long extended trees,
The insects and critters are crawling around,
The ground is a field of uneven stones,
Trucks honking with the wind,
It’s a cool and refreshing day.
The Building
Vines hanging up above,
Mixtures of varying colors,
The stars float.
The Bush
Spikes of green poking out,
Hard to tame like a Lion’s mane,
Reaches out to grab,
The Car
Sickening red