Some Sounds

Some sounds are sinewy toes scratching drum skins, a pigeon shuffle-dance on unseen roofs, a clatter in the flap and coo. Rose bushes are mute, until they have lost their heads then they squeak and squawk. A soft-slap of junk mail onto an empty hand, paper wings falling in an overheard flutter. Some sounds remind of… dead-space clambering up a blank wall, chicken bones rattling in the bubbling-boil; the sound of deranged harpsichords. Other sounds are knuckles cracking under cliffs of silence. The stuttering oaths of paws gripping ice. The ratatattat scrabble of cats chasing rats. Sleep prods ribs until they break-up with the prattling night, ear-bones surface, deafened by the cutting edge of a yammering light.