The mindless trilling of my bird's song.
The tic-tock breathing of a sleeping puppy; twitching legs, vibrating eyelids.
The clicking sound of soil breathing in liquid strength.
Every so often, the jingling keys of a stranger living above me; his laugh, her laugh, their love.
A siren gone to save.
Alien laughs floating through my window.
Snapping heels of singletons skipping past my den.
Sounds beyond myself.
Private worlds continue despite my sorrow.
I like to listen in...
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