A Brooklyn Christmas

It’s eerily quiet outside.

I hear the lone bus humming on Bedford Avenue.
I hear the pigeons with their gullet songs.
I hear a car alarming several blocks away.
I hear people strolling by my window.
I hear faint Christmas carol songs being played.
I hear an empty city.

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