It was a cold lonely night the rain sprinkled on the the rich blue coloured river. The boy walked under the dark, black and scary bridge the only that shined under the stars was a bright daffodil. The pink coloured butterflies fly under the night sky. The frosty grass and shiny street lights lit up the city. The boy wondered around the streets and bought his hot steaming dinner. He sat down and ate his hot spicy stir fry he also was listening to a song called stir fry by his favourite artists the Migos.