Pre-Dawn Sounds

• 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.