Renga poem (add to it!)

Orange leaves fall
To the black pavement

Nightmare creeps into existence
The sun falls back on it bed
A slow motion replay of yesterday.

The face on the moon
Is brightly smiling.

Children on
The playground laugh
Carelessly and happily.

I used to cry at the sight of scraped knees
That hasn't happened in years.

Years and days can be the same
It only depends
On the things that surround you.

Demons surround you
You cannot run, you can only fight.

Open space
Defend your kind,
Remember the screams of the wicked.

Children argue on the playground
Friends fight with friends.

Parents loudly carry on
Their nightly "discussion"
As their children try to sleep.

Her sleep was always interrupted
By his incessant snores.

The cat shoved his
Paw swifty
Through the night.

Wolves howl melodicly
To the steady rythm of crickets.

Always in the background,
The drummer lays the cement foundation
For the rest of the musical structure.

With foundation in absense the renga
Will collapse like a bad move in jenga.

A poet's mind is very great
Full of words, stanzas and verses
On ever-ending dictionary.