The Hum
What’s that infuriating hum,
that droning, distant, low-pitched sound?
No one can find its origin,
but maybe’s and I-think’s abound.
In my small rural area,
not all can hear this thing that makes
me crazy; and no city friends
hear it at all. It even wakes
me up. It’s worse when I’m inside.
Earplugs don’t help. I can’t ignore
this interloper that has wormed
its way into my very core.
For decades news reports of this
annoying sound have been widespread.
The mystery is seldom solved.
The hum remains a cause for dread.
Factual write (hasn't happened in my community, but has happened in numerous other areas, according to news reports)
March 7, 2017 (posted)
April 4, 2017
Copyright © Janice Canerdy | Year Posted 2017
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