I hear NPR reporting the news.
I hear a train whistle and the rhythmic thump of the cars on the track--it's over a mile away, yet I can hear it so clearly this morning.
I hear the coffee pot brewing the Starbucks Italian Roast.
I hear Chester reminding mom it's be hours since he last ate.
I hear birds--some Robins I think
I hear a cicada--lonely cicada
I hear NPR now starting a new show . . . music transition . . . "Speaking of Faith" . .. .
I hear the tapping of the lap top.
I hear


mom



say



get



OFF




the




counter.




Can't a cat have a little butter in the morning?
Jeezeopete