Empty Street; The Dream Poem by Micheal Olaniyi

i could hear the squeaking of the birds,
i could hear the buzzing of the bees,
in this empty street, i never wish to be,
as the night is drawing near,
the sound of the toad is coming more dense,
and the cloud changes from skyblue to mixture of black's.
i gaze intently at the bush,
all i could see are the trees growing taller,
the minor road is now overshadowed by the freedom giving to the bush.

I am perplexed and curios to know why i am here; in this empty street.
Inceasantly, i hear the ticking of the clock,
and imprudently think it should be fast forward,
as i sleep on a chair in the room,
my legs on the other,
with books on the table,
and leave my eyes unclosed,
i am filled with consternation,
about how i would survive,
in this empty street.

I decided to give a walk around,
all i could see are animals, ramshakle cars and delabitated buildings.
'jeez' i muttered, what a triffle! ,
i can feel something holding my legs,
i screeched at the top of my voice.
It was a dream,
and mama is trying to wake me up