Night Friend
He pads down our street
in the dark
when I’m in bed
closes swinging gates
puts away left-out bikes
finds lost cricket balls
checks the street lights are on
and our front door shut tight.
In the daytime he rests
inside the big round pipe
with the metal grille
under the road.
He’s my quiet, night-time friend.
My Elephant.
Except on Wednesdays
when he goes stomping wild
clunking clatter-crashing
grabbing munching tossing
leaving,
all along the street,
knocked-over
lid-swinging
rubbish bins.
Glenys Eskdale
- Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #22
Really enjoyed that !Thank you for sharing your elephant.