Dark Neighborhood Day
A blooming tree sits on the hill.
Bright green grass surrounding.
Birds flying everywhere.
Rain stomping the ground.
Dark grey pillows crowd the sky,
Cars zoom down the road,
Carelessly crossing the double yellow line.
Neighborhood dogs roam.
Bunnies jump and play.
The sky's tears hit the roof.
Everything is dark and solemn.
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