I sleep uneasily in my little bedroom perfumed with bergamot and Bleu de Chanel, my air - conditioner whirring and faint clangs of the pizza shop downstairs and
bleating horns from the street very gently punctuating the quiet.
In my bedroom, I can hear my neighbor's small dog barking,
the bleating horn of tugboats on the East River, the wail of ambulance sirens and the constant drone of the freeway a block away.
Not exact matches
A car alarm was going off on the street below, the repeated
bleating of its
horn drifting above the sound of midmorning traffic.
Maybe when that happens (if it ever does happen) there will be no need for the industry to expensively trumpet its own
horn of hollow
bleating.