Walking cross town on this drizzly day
the street is lightly travelled.
Few are taking this path across town,
perhaps they’ve reached their destinations.

Schools are closed.
Where are the children?

A wig lays lonely on the sidewalk.

No animals roam;
they know better.

Trash has been taken in;
perhaps that keeps the creatures at bay.

I walk a lonely road
and it is a grey day.