A plane, overhead,
A constant roar
A train, gliding along its path
Mapped out, forever in mans grasp
A car, its horn blaring
A cacophony of sound bouncing off the buildings
A dog, yelping and barking
Its call answered by others
A beat, the music so loud
It’s hard to look for it to be found
A window, its glass rattling
The hard winds might knock it off, shattering
A steady breath from a person unknown
Just sitting there, writing a poem