I wake up to the sounds of the city night
of car doors opening or closing in the parking lot below my window
Of trucks and taxis accelerating as they rush over the traffic light a hundred meters from where I lay my head
I wake up to the sounds of sirens from police cars leaving the police station just 200 meters away
The sounds of pimps and drunks and dealers
Of footsteps and voices below
of people laughing or talking to themselves
Some squabbling over relationships
Or whatever troubles them
I wake up to the sounds of a neighbors washing machine because her kitchen wall is my bedroom wall.
I hear her TV and the other neighbour’s children when they laugh or cry.
Throughout the night I hear the tick tick tick of the electric fence of the neighbor accross the road whom I have never met
This is where I chose to live
Not only because my children live two doors away
But because in all of this noise
There is a measure of safety
In a place I can afford
I do however
Miss the sounds of birds
And am thankful for when I once woke up to the sounds of nature
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