Small Town Poem by Colby Butcher

It was siesta time in a small town in Mexico
The streets were as still as the tree branches with no wind.
The curtains were drawn in the stone house windows.
Outside the windows you could hear the starving half dead cats fighting over
the smelly trash cans with flies and maggots all around them this is all the noise you hear besides the flies buzzing around
You would think the town was deserted until 5: oo o’clock
then the town flushes as siesta time comes to an end.