My response to imaginary garden with real toads – Play It Again, Toads is a street poem:
Waiting for the night bus in a queue of one,
Alone after work and play is done.
Late night taxis pass like sharks
Preying on drunks swimming in the dark.
A homeless bundle sleeps on a bench,
His faithful dog tied to the fence.
A stray fox rummages in a rubbish bin,
Its coat is rusty and its body thin.
Around the corner, a halo of light
Emerges from darkness and fractures the night;
Elephant bus rumbles up and halts at the stop,
I climb aboard, up the stairs and sit on top
With all the other urban ghouls
Who haunt the city, searching for their souls.
© Kim M. Russell, 2016
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writing in north norfolk 
I especially love that queue of one… The streets at night is collective loneliness.
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This is wonderfully descriptive, Kim. I could so easily have been in that picture – you brought it to life, and so stylishly, with the rhymes.
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Thank you for reading and for your kind comments, Kerry 🙂
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You have captured the night dwellers well in this poem. My heart hurts for the dog tied to the fence, homeless like his master.
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Yes, I see those dogs, so loyal, and wonder if they would run away if they weren’t tied up.
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The line about “drunks swimming in the dark” is so vivid. I can see them bumping into everything, half-drowning and enjoying it in their liquid high.
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Thank you, Magaly 🙂
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Urban ghouls…love that. You’ve painted a vivid picture with your street poetry.
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Thank you, Susie!
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I remember those bleak city nights!
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