Noises Poem by bob barci

They said it would be nice and sunny
and somewhat on the warm side.
But as I look out the window here,
all I see are grey clouds and wet rain.
Some sunshine.
For now I'm stuck inside.
I should be in bed, dozing on and off,
But apartment house noises
make it a bit difficult.
Someone's banging doors.
Someone else's baby is a non-stop crier.
The parrots don't help either.
They bang around their cages
and screech unnecessarily.
And then there are those
who like to bang on walls
as their way of saying
to keep the noise down.
If they don't like the noise at inconvenient times
they should move out to the boondocks.
I don't really mind the noise
as annoying as it might get at times.
It's to be expected.
I'll take the early morning noise
as my cue to get out of bed.
I find that it's a good time
to sit at the dining table
and make an attempt to write.
The setting was just right today.
I filled up the page with words
without much difficulty.
Now it's time to wait and see
what I come up with next.