Human ear, human ear on the concrete

A young boy was born with seashells for ears
His head full of the sound of the ocean
Pub brawls accompied by a soundtrack of waves meeting the shaw
Bawling landlords overdubbed by the call of seagulls

As he walked to his job at the aquarium he found a human ear on the pavement
Clean as a muted whistle
He brought the ear to his left shell and began to listen
Sirens overlapped, alarms took it in turns, brakes screeched like Foxes mating to the muffled sound of the next door neighbours divorce.
He listened for a moment then placed the ear back on the concrete.