Submitted by: Judy Moores, 11/12/09

This entry relates to the past. 

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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.

                                    – Judy Moores