Murmurings Of The Morning Poem by Jerry Behr Number 2

Its only in the stillness of the morning, when one can hear
the murmurings of the traffic outside. In the murmurings one can hear
the different growling noises from cars as they accelerate from
traffic lights. Moaning noises from big trucks doing their engine
braking intermingling with squealing brakes as they stop for
red traffic lights.
The murmuring goes on as cop cars make there howling noises
through the morning. The murmuring tempo quietened
down somewhat. All of a sudden there is a
crescendo of growling and squealing of spinning
wheels and tyres…………….then a thud………………………...
The murmuring stopped, it was replaced with yelling and screaming
and the howling of cops, fire brigades and ambulances,
someone was crying.
The sun has risen by now as new clanging noises of chains
rattled the morning removing the debris from the roadside.
Seemingly everything is O.K. now, the murmuring continued
into the morning haze.©
By Jerry Behr
21/4/2013