Birds versus Planes

Peel back the layers of myself and what do I hear?
Birds chirping, cars driving...birds started before the cars.
Dogs barking in the distance, and a woodpecker, bright
white golf balls being struck -- I listen for the 'swoosh' land.
Men discussing intangible things, planes overhead.
The birds sing sweetly, as motor sounds increase the day.
Coughing downstairs. The cracking of the ceiling upstairs.
Cats purring, my stomach rumbling, sun emanating,
pulsating -- that pull towards the sun, a blood orange.
The red behind my eyelids is a mask I see through:
orange ball of sun on the horizon, rising.
The sky is turning lemon colored and pink fading
from blue, lavender and red, opening the new day
like a blossoming flower, one petal unfolding
at just the right time. Birds singing. Planes stealthy flying.