A blank wall the ugly color of dust
Two drain pipes covered in pigeon droppings and rust
I roll down the shutters to keep Friday morning out
The humid air, the children who swear and the parents that shout.
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Your details are wonderfully chosen, Ghada. It's so readable, and, well, real. I came to every rhymed couplet, hoping that it would be as good as the last. And it was! I'm not sure who Kika is..the parrot?
It's like one of our newspapers advertises - 'All human life is there'... and somehow, it makes us feel better just to read it...
What a lovely poem, enjoyed every line. Sincerely Ernestine Northover