It begins quietly enough
the sound of birds waking from their nests
and perching themselves on the sculpted columns of buildings
the sound sweetly moves past the windows
joined by a wail of a cat and a dog
arguing over the stray beefburger
dropped the night before
the rumble of tyres – joined by their horns
as products make way from a to b
kids on the march from home to school
noise from records in an aim to look cool
the birds fly away – soon to return
and you have to get up – as your ears start to burn
The Inkwell 
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