I wonder if their owners know

or really listen to how they sound…

I hear them very often

And try to walk away as

words have no meaning

are seldom ever heard as the

tone drowns out

While Harshness overshadows the words…

My mind drifts to more

Melodic sounds with meanings

That please the ear…

Birds have the market on speaking

With their chirping rhythmic notes

Seemingly get thoughts across

To other feathered friends

Without startling or off keyed tones…

Voices can be beautiful when

A soul delights in its own sound…