There’s only ever been one sound;
That’s all a person hears,
And be they utterly profound
Or thick between the ears.

It’s made of all the highs and lows
And every mid as well;
It’s what a newborn baby knows,
But doesn’t think to tell.

And yet the mind won’t stand for that
And seeks to tell apart
The yowling of the alley cat,
The beating of a heart,

The clacking of a slipshod hoof
And water dripping from a roof.

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