Noises kept us alert before,
Now they drive us ashore,
Long ago noises set the tune of the day ,
Today they spoil the tone of the say.
A chirping tweet at the dawn,
Heralds a classic treat in the morn,
With the sun’s rays streaking through the barn,
Sparrows, Pigeons , and parrots munch the corn.
As the day gets ahead in time
The clock strikes the noon chime,
The sun is exactly at 90 degrees mime,
As the crows caw in an unholy rhyme.
The fall of the day follows with ease,
Darkness engulfs as a sticky grease,
The sun gracefully sinks to a freeze,
As the owl’s hoot eliminating peace.
No such noise is heard today,
It is the honk, creak ,bang all the way,
That holds us in a mechanical sway,
Throwing us as minions into the bay.
