- The buzzing of the electric wire that always buzzes when the air is wet
- Somewhere to the left, the on-again off-again hooting of an owl
- A cat fight
- The caws of a murder of crows, travelling, near right to straight out far away
- The perpetual cresting and falling of distant Claiborne traffic
- Briefly, up the street, a loud man's voice
- An idling truck
- The soft hopping of Pearl, between the potted plants, through the railing, exploring the balcony's perimeter, then back again, then out again, then back again, according to her feline whims
- The first staccato drops of rain, which then stops, then starts, then stops, then starts again, following its meteorological whims
- The thunk of a car door, a neighbor off to work
- Across the street, the meows of another cat, unseen, unhappy about something
- A squeaking rattling bicycle
Then dawn, which makes no sound at all, indeterminate through the cover of clouds, making itself known only by the change from dark purple- to mid-gray.
And if there was no one to hear there would be no pre dawn sounds!!
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