Short Poem: Sometimes

Sometimes I like to sit outside and listen, just listen.
I listen to the cars driving on paved roads a distance away.
I listen to the crickets that keep quiet during the day.
I listen to the wind pass through the trees.
I listen to the leaves rattling.
I listen to the train roll by;
I listen to the railroads cry.
I listen to a distinct sound–which I can’t quit make out,
and it may be a bird giving his last cry.
I listen to the foot steps of the white cat in the tall grass that
passes by.

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