On the Roof I See by Mirela Salihovic | One Poem Only
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On the Roof I See
Mirela Salihovic
My little sister and I,
When we’re in the tent,
love to play a game.
We call it:
"On the roof I see..."
And whoever’s turn it is
says what they see on the tent’s roof.
On the roof I see…
Birds of all sizes.
They land on the tent roof
and tiptoe across the canvas
with their tiny feet.
They wander back and forth.
I hear them chirping.
Winter is coming.
It will be cold under the tent.
Mom will bring more blankets and quilts
from the humanitarian aid.
Father’s friend Ahmed
used to sell…
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