Someone has the sniffles.

The Garbage truck’s horn is constantly blowing

Leaves are rattling, shaking, hissing.

Utensils are clanking away.

Birds’ beaks are hitting the red cage. One is chirping.

Flies are swarming the garbage bin.

Piles of bags with old books, old adventures and childhood writing will be discarded.

Cement is being mixed with Water on the pavement.

The rotting shovel clashes with the dry pavement

The Sun peaks then hides.

The earth is partly dry

A Mango fell to the ground.