Sitting by the Garden Doors

My cat Donna finds something interesting in the dead leaves that have accumulated and burrows down to see if she can catch it. I can't see anything and wonder if she is just chasing the wind in the leaves.
Sounds of children playing in a nearby garden ringing out.
The slow rumble of thunder through the sky in the distance. Donna is unperturb and continues to paw her imaginary mouse.
Underlying sound of the urban trains going past, the wind roughing up the leaves and Donna walks in as though bored.
My neighbour is out, his only presence the click of his cigarette lighter.