The cats eat noisily
Slurping at the special wet food
I put in their bowls
Moving them around so that they scrape upon the floor
I thought cats were supposed to be quiet
They are not the only strange sources of noise
Nobody in the cities talks about how loud the countryside is
And how many sounds come through thin windows at four in the morning
When somebody is lying
Awake and alone
Both wanting to sleep and wanting not to
True quiet is not a lack of noise
It is a lack of caring about the noise
It is not having no sound
But the right sound
Ableist as that may sound
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