the slamming of the screen door
the koel calling in the dusk
a child's name, a few times in ascending volume
dinner is almost ready
a dog barks and the noisy hum of traffic in the distance continues
this might be the only time of day that I cannot separate the sound of the surf from that of the traffic
it is almost dark
an owl? i could swear i just heard an owl
echoing across the gully I can hear the clatter of dishes in the neighbour's kitchen
i stand and add my kitchen’s own clatter to the evening chorus
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