The Sounds

Keys jangle, footsteps crunch. I hear the thud of car doors slamming, neighbours heading out to work in the early hours . The faded echo of their whirring engine leaving our street. Rugged branches move with whistling gusts of wind, tapping against the window as though playing a tune , for only me to hear . I hear the sound, which to the ear have proven most unpleasant! Low and yet piercing... Keow of Gulls. the reminding noise which morning closely approaches and plans are to be made. The bubbling kettle I hear roar, downstairs in our kitchen. Followed by bowls rattling being filled with breakfast and the clanging of the spoon bouncing of its side. Children stretching out of their beds , sounds i know to well,that their eyes open with a smile . I hear … 'Good morning'. I hear 'Mum', and I hear love. No better sound nor sweeter than the one that makes you feel the most joy.