My perspective: As I headed outside the first thing I heard was the wind blowing in the leaves of the old red maple beside my house. I heard the raspberry leaves whispering a song who's melody cannot be determined. I heard a car racing up the road of the hill I lived on. I saw the bright, overcast sky. None of these where animal sounds, so I listened for longer. I heard the voices of a loud conversation across the street. "I'm not looking for humans," I thought.
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