Let me listen

Listening to the musicality of the street corner where I live:

 

The rumble roar of rubber over tarmac
as the cars pass by,
keeping time at 30, maybe 35,
miles per hour

Here comes the rattle of a lorry,
ting, ting, ting, with
every turning of the wheels as
they jolt along uneven surface

Over the surface,
can you hear the sound of
birdsong?

And the clicking of the claws
of the paws of the wolfhound
walked along the street
by an owner whose thick grey hair
matches its coat
as they keep step in time

Under the surface,
can you hear the sound of
birdsong
sound of birdsong?

That’s my corner