Tractor

 It lives in a place with huge doors  It grumbles as it’s eyes close tightly. Mud, rubbish and hay covers it From it’s bulky feet to his hard head. It  patiently waits for his owner to arrive having only a couple of  glimpses across  the night. It sleeps waiting for tomorrow's adventure to arrive.


His journey starts now!. His owner appears in a strike of lightning. His key turns he purrs violently  He grumbles. He hikes  up threw the foliage like a man with machete. He cracks  the ground  and crumbling  burrows on the way.