What Silence Is

The chatter of birds above
my head and the scurry
of small creatures
hurrying through a thicket.
I am perched
on my fallen log surrounded
by silence.
The echo of nothing,
the rustle of leaves as a robin flutters
from branch to branch
gathering her nest. An owl’s screech
to its mate.
This chirping, to you, is a seclusion
from silence.
Zipping street cars and tolling bells,
the chirping birds and hum
of a nearby brook create an eerie
loudness in your mind. My tranquil
forest, a prison for your ears, but it is
As silent
as a whispering mouse or the song
of a thousand crickets
fiddling in the afternoon sun.


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