Abegail Canlas

 Strange morning Poetry Waking up one day morning was surprising, when I feel everyone is missing, I walked out the house and look around. Not a single store was open and there’s no costumers walking on the street. I stop and stare in the middle, all I could hear is bird’s whistle. Children want to play but everyone seems to be far away. Yesterday children had fun playing jumping, running and now seems everyone is hiding. There’s one that follows, when I turn my back it’s my shadow. Sadly all around me used to be happy, now everyone is afraid to come out. I went into the house thinking that people might just busy, but still strange that I never saw in the street even a single body. I can’t stop thinking about this strange morning, how did this happened even just one blink. I take a deep breath and look outside, hoping everyone will be fine.