Apartment Balcony 7am NewYears Morn

A half dozen different bird calls,
at varying distances away.
Chirping and sqawking.
New Years day.
But oh, how quiet it was.
The occasional sound of a vehicle travelling along a street,
a few blocks over.
Gradually fading away.
It’s whir replaced by these birds flying about.
Then a slamming door and a far off cough.
The silence of a bicyclist racing by.
A nearby laugh.
While the birds still flew about.
They continued to chirp and sqawk,
but soon enough could no longer be heard.
And the silence of their sounds died away.

 

 

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