An ode to birds

Can you hear that?
The flock of traffic
The chip chip chatter of dumpster trucks
The faint flutter of an airplane wing

All fill the sky
where they used to be

Car engines no longer craw
crah
croah
croak so loud

There’s no competing
in the song of a city with no life

The proud trees stand still
And the morning wind plays by itself
The cats slink to their usual sunspots
And the dogs bark bark bark 
desperately
at cars flapping by

All left alone
in the city where they used to be