Submitted by Judy Moores 8/09

This entry relates to the past.

Categories include: Biking, Nature, Poetry.

Biking home from town today, 

          I stopped beneath the walnut trees, 

and 

          Listened for the sound of birds. 

I heard no sound – 

         No raucous crows, no chattering jays 

         No magpies with their garrulous ways. 

So I went upon my way 

        Missing my avian chorus – 

        Mourning the silence.