Peeking Through Alley Fence Peekhole

Hey! A peek hole in the alley fence weird but of course I have to stop hear birds, not sure what kind, black though a man whistling a tune my grandpa probably knows it sounds familiar; it is a young guy with a blue cap He looks like my grandpa; I wonder about his heritage I snicker knowing my grandpa would be horrified Being a Baptist minister and self-righteous and stuff. A young girl with brown hair sits in an apartment across the alley She is staring down here, I try to figure out what she is looking at Is that a dead body? Wait! It’s a mannequin without a head. A headless mannequin wearing a yellow and pink striped dress. And one red shoe; what ever happened to fashion sense? Someone dumped a lumpy black garage bag. Maybe that one has a body in it; this is a weird place. Smelly too; there are potent fragrances. I see a rat with ugly tail. Green metallic garbage dumpsters, one has lots of graffiti on it, a skull, a cow, a couple of daisies, a lightning bolt. I get tired of looking now and wander away. But I will be back.