on a Sunday

It was a hot, tranquil day. Having been off for a while, the sun flexed his muscles once more and stretched across the horizon. The air was still, the neighbourhood quiet. Then it started, an endless, loud, insistent cheep that echoed across lawns. Loud, then louder. Impossible to ignore.
I rolled on my side, phone in hand:

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