the sounds
are different
waking
in a strange place
sneaking through
gathering up
my things
trying my hardest
not to disturb
the snoring chorus

the sounds
of the city
a blanket of
white noise

absent

leaves rustle
no planes
no trains
only the occasionaly
splash
as a truck
drives past

i like
the solitude
but i miss
my birds
in the quiet
i miss you
and the strangeness
just makes it
worse
until
all i can do
is pace alone
in the garage
cursing the birds
and their
foreign tune
as i play with
my keys
contemplating
my escape

the sounds
are different
here
the road calls
closer to home
closer
to you