The Noisy Silence
I sat in a quiet place Deep in the woods Very far away From humans and their Vibrating city’s sounds The constant swish of Cars driving down her streets.
But more than that, the Prattle and chat of voices gone There were no songs Of city birds, fattened and sure That water and the next meal would come.
No, not the hum of crickets Not the buzz of flies and mosquitoes No, nothing to break the sounds Of my own thinking.
So, when a sound is made A woodpecker, hawk or Owl’s tirade, does Tear the silence into full awareness— Your mind plays tricks and Fills the silence with Sounds of worry, fear and dread.
For the next sound that plays Will surely be more deadly Than a bird fetching its morning meal.