Awful sounds.

The ferals are going mad with the rain. There's no place dry for them but they're all old enough at this point to be wild enough to not let me approach 'em past a certain point. Not a damn thing i can do for 'em. There've got to be a dozen of 'em in that building.

The good news is i've got my first lyric out of this. Two verses in two stanzas each with a refrain of which one word changes each iteration. It ain't poetry to rival Milton's but it says what needs to be said and matches the music nicely. Now if only I can come up with fifteen more verses I'll have a decent little song.

I'm not sure which sound more inspires terror in my neighbours -- the feral cats wailing for help they won't let us give 'em or me trying to sing a song.