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LAST NIGHT IN THE CITY
Written in the style of Andrew Fusek Peters…… by Charlotte Eden Aged 9. My granddaughter
Last night I saw the city boasting.
Fat and ugly office blocks gloated
over poor and empty parking lots,
and conceited takeaways mocked
the fish and chip shops
Last night I saw the city sleeping.
The sun, as hot as an oven, began
to rest its brightness,
and the moon awoke from
his deep slumber.
Last night I saw the city breathing.
Airports inhaled the landing planes,
while cars wheezed in the
Cold, frosty night.
Last night I saw the city crying.
The gleaming stars poured from
the night sky, and landed
in a cracked, glass puddle.
Last night I saw the city chuckling.
Owls laughed at the bats’ jokes,
while hedgehogs made fun of the
hibernating squirrels.
Last night I saw the city performing.
The thin trees danced in the puffing wind,
and the stars put on a show
in the moonlight.
Charlotte Eden
June 2016. Copyright
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