My neighbour

I never hear him farting,Or fucking,neither moving around of furniture,nor beating wife with said furniture,But the sound of his snoring,That I hear as clear as a bell toll,from across this house's wall;1-2- snort then silence1-2- hurumphh then silence1-2- mmmmm then silenceThe sound of his snoring,my lullaby in this building of the boring.Wonder if he too hears me,in battle with the evening's kill?hearing the sound of her faked criesfollowing my all too futile tries.D E Wasake18 November 2008