Sweep.

I will start writing blogs in my best grammar with my stories. There's no point saying I like to write and I don't write, right? Let's start with a short story then.

A dead cockroach,
outside of the house,
near to the drain,
it's body was crushed,
with unknown reason,
no ants hanging around it,
even is passed five hours,
when it was first spotted,
by the daughter of the house,
who walk a big round away from it,
just to get into the car,
no one bothers about it,
in hope that it will disappear by itself,
this is a habit,
or a lifestyle,
when humans see a dead cockroach.
Wait,
here comes the street sweeper,
sweep sweep,
it's gone.

The greatness of street sweeper.