Feeling Poetic

Sounds of a City

I close my eyes and what do I hear?

The barking of a dog;
a storm begin to clear.

The fear-filled chirping
of a small lonesome bird,
and when someone speaks
I hang on every word.

I hear chaos in the streets—
the honking of horns;
the loud angry words of
a mother’s bitter scorn.

I hear the innocence masked within
the laughter of children;
I hear hunger in a small child’s cry.

I hear love in a father’s voice,
uncertainty in child’s choice,

But most of all…
I hear time passing by.