no one:
me when my cat stirs in his sleep because of a passing siren:
Capracious young son; does the sound confound? The piercing siren from yon window bounds?
Peace, child! Calm your tail. The noise quavers past; doppler drops, sailing fast then fades at last.
See! There! It is gone. Back to midday dreams. Lie here, stretch and yawn encased in sunbeams.

