Missing the comfort of the sounds of the city
I step outside hastily, full of self-pity.
The shudder of the slamming of the door gives way
To the simple, broken symphony after day.
Crickets, chirps, croaks and other foreign sounds
From four- and six-legged strange noise-hounds
Blare louder than horns in rush hour streets.
All I do is nod my head, tap my feet
Like a proud parent does with their child
During their first of many recitals.