Morning Songs

After my shower I heard the sound of horses, clip-clopping on cobbled stone. It wasn't of course - just the sound of the coffee shop next door opening, the drawing back of the shutters sounding like horses hooves. I tried to make them the sound of ghosts (there used to be stables below us, where the workshops are now) but the resolutely refused to haunt me. I hear the sound of a car now, engine running, warming up. A cosy sound, a winter noise. I hear something being unloaded, some indistinct banging noise. Now the sudden sound of a babys cry, seemingly coming from the passage outside my window. I imagine its a cat or a seagull. Now there are voices.