The city hisses, belches and moans
No pity for pedestrians who roam
About their journey in unending noise
Gives us cause, don’t panic but poise
Yet, the tiny sparrows chat a dusk
Great storytellers chirping with lust
Great storytellers chirping with lust
In a constant search and forage
Within the empty concrete forest
Within the empty concrete forest
The honking traffic floats up to my window
Ghastly sounds interrupt dreamy venue
Ghastly sounds interrupt dreamy venue
Yet, the great seagulls tour the skies
Up from the river I hear their cries
Up from the river I hear their cries
The fire engines blare their grim warning
Piercing even in the wee hours of the morning
Piercing even in the wee hours of the morning
Yet, the black crow from the park nearby
Complains Caw Caw, then off he flies
Every week there’s a crash on the corner
Taxi and car, you bet, someone’s a goner
Taxi and car, you bet, someone’s a goner
Yet, the little oasis by the Church middle
A trickle fountain plays its sonic fiddle
A trickle fountain plays its sonic fiddle
Isolated plugged-in people in the crowd fade
Ignoring blossoms in the gardens on parade
Ignoring blossoms in the gardens on parade
Yet, Cherry blossom trees sing a pink serenade
With golden and red tulips dancing in the glade
With golden and red tulips dancing in the glade
A little feisty dog with a stupendous bark
Rips through the quiet soundscape park
Rips through the quiet soundscape park
Yet, a grey squirrel embarks solo on the street
A Brownstone city dweller I have yet to meet
A Brownstone city dweller I have yet to meet
The only wild animals are the pedestrians
Their backpacks whacking in all directions
Their backpacks whacking in all directions
Yet, some days the sun shines like a prism
And releases us from this noisy prison
And releases us from this noisy prison
Where the sweet sparrow’s chirping song
Reminds me, Alas, this where I belong.
Reminds me, Alas, this where I belong.
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