Purple finches, cardinals, a woodpecker; chattering squirrels, the purring of my cat; wind among the leaves, sparrows; the roar of a low-flying jet overhead; the “pleasure” of having to hear my upstairs neighbor repeatedly hurling his guts out after last night’s bacchanal…
It’s the little things, isn’t it?
Awwww. 
My Saturday morning brings me the sounds of my fish tank bubbling, a train passing by, Nelly Furtado’s “Força” blasting into my ears, and computer typing sounds.
Now that’s poetry.
Carol
Now why can’t I seem to be up to the task when Bloomfield posts a competition? Hmph.
Bong-boy just had another pukefest. Yeesh. Even my cat’s giving me looks as if she thinks it’s a bit much, and she has never been shy to chunder.
It’s lawnmower-fest where we are.
I think I would be slightly amused (in a disgracefully schadenfreude way) if my neighbours were to make enough noise for me to hear them puking.
Could get tedious after an hour or so, I suppose.
Can’t see me making a sestina out of it, either way.
Not a sestina, but you have inspired me:
Is’t the sound of distant thunder?
Oh, no: 'tis but a chunder
That my fellow-tenant makes with so much noise;
How his head must pitch and spaz
In the throes of barfage as
He holds his rank among the “Hurling” Boys.
Such excess as I once condoned,
I now repent on the great white phone.
(damn! I’ve been hanging out her too much)
djm
Whilst I decorate the scupper
With vestiges of last eve’s supper,
I bend both head and mind to how
Events have duly turnèd now:
From gaiety, mirth, and much libation
To aching head, and eructation.
Let prigs and wagglers jape in vain:
I’ll gladly revel anon, and again.
I’m so glad I dont live in an apartment anymore.
… brought tears to my eyes… luverly work Nano.
The sounds of spring arround here: Lawnmowers, weedwhackers, chain saws…and because winter snuck back, the furnace kicking on
Oh, and Kida, a.k.a. Physco Kitty, my feline landlord, is in heat (again) so she adds her own wails to the chorus. 
She spends most of her time at the window trying to drown out the neighbors mower…
Was woken up at around six this morning by what sounded like a dog on a choke-chain - slightly high-pitched and strangulated. It went on for a long time. There is a dog within earshot that whines sometimes, but this sounded like a dog in a bad way, hoarse and high-pitched, but not in distress.
I thought “If this goes on much longer I’m going to ring their doorbell or call the RSPCA.” So I listened at the window to try and locate it. It was moving this way. Not a dog then. It could even have been a bird. Something big and hoarse. A red-kite with a forty-a-day habit, perhaps.
Turned out to be a deer. Walked up the stream in our garden and turned into a neighbours garden. That’s the third time I’ve seen a deer in the garden (it’s not that big a garden). I felt privileged to see it, and no longer resented being woken early. Slept in a bit though.
The gloom was busted
The birds were singing
Before the day was dawning.
The dark was black
But no more nightly
Before the day was dawning.
The air was chill
But full of vigor
Before the day was dawning.
The night was past
But sleep concealed it
Before the day was dawning.
Black black black
Before the day was dawning.
Lack lack lack.
Before the day was dawning.
No more darkness.
You’d be so glad you don’t live in my previous apartment. This one’s a cakewalk, and actually very pleasant indeed. I got lucky. Not only are the neighbors pretty civilised, the unit itself is charming; it’s like it’s got great feng shui or something, and it’s the first place I’ve had in about 20 years that felt like a home.
Made my neighbor’s distress all the more noteable for it.