A’Twitter

The birds are a’twitter;
The leaves are a’flutter.
Some early moths flitter
And I am in utter

Contentment while sitting,
Absorbing the quiet,
Which seems only fitting
Since noise is my diet.

I live in the city 
With traffic and sirens.
Some think it’s a pity
To have those environs,

Yet mostly I love it - 
The hustle and bustle.
I hover above it,
Ignoring the tussle.

Though once in a while,
The country will beckon 
And I’ll change my style
To rural, I reckon…

Until I start craving
That urban alluring.
Then I’ll go back, braving
That citified roaring.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2026

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Wolf Avatar
May 25, 2026 at 7:56 PM
the ONE thing that really gets me about NYC is those never-ending garbage trucks backing up -- beep, beep, beep, beep. All night long. Oy.
Cunningham Avatar
May 25, 2026 at 3:03 PM
Funny how after a while you manage to ignore the sounds. Our first house was by a train line and visitors used to say how do you cope with the noise, but it never bothered me,I think you block out the sounds. Tom
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