A flickering of morning wings;
A wire buzz of starling flocks;
A distant dog which echoes hills:
Vibrations of another day.
A tyre drone and clunking gears;
A martin pulling songs from mist;
Allotment cockerels blaring dust:
My eyes are shut, I feel the sounds.
The Sunday papers brought by van;
The jackdaws of a hundred eaves;
The voices raised some streets away:
Each sound has found its space in me.
The air is shimmering with life:
Despairing, yearning, joyous life.
Gavin R Jones 
Very nice