Concrete Noise

Sirens, screams, laughing, shouting, gun shots, horns, windows opening and closing and air conditioners. Mine is too loud. It’s like living in a film noir at times, at night. With the birds coming in earlier and earlier as they too are unsettled, to add their two cents. What’s up? They ask. Yes I have birds in my courtyard. They echo as their trepidation eventually turns to bird-tunes. This city has its own soundtrack, that changes in level and timber each hour each year and we are here. And I sleep.