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.
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