Outside My Window

Practice writing prompt

A single window in a room.

A singular cracked window.

Sometimes I put tape, other days I take it off.

I look outside, and I remember when there was once a grape vine on the chain linked fence.

They cut the grape vine, and threw it away.

Now I can see the the neighbors fence

A nice wooden fence.

I can see the ground.

Hard cement that insects crawl around on.

Cement that my Aunt's dogs piss on.

I don't like mornings.

Her dogs come to my window.

They like to pee underneath it.

I usually have a broom.

To swoosh them away before they do.

But they still do.

Every morning.

I remember when I had a dog outside.

It would greet me at the window.

I also remember when I came to a blood spilled pavement.

I cried and cried as I washed the blood away.

I couldn't cry when I washed her.

I buried her, blanket and gifts.

At night the window reflects light.

Light from cars, and people.

Drunks walking and falling.

Sitting on my porch.

Outside my window is a shop.

Many people come through.

Sometimes with guns.

Sometimes with cats and rabbits.

Always with something.

I don't like to see it.

But it's there.

Sometimes I see a child crying.

Sometimes I see grown people too.

Outside my window are some yellow weeds.

Even when you pull them up more seem to grow.

Not pests though.

Just plants that work hard.

Outside my window is a sky.

It's blue, and it has the prettiest sunsets.

It also has helicopters.

And it's missing stars.

But it's still nice.