The world living sounds are changing,

In some respects they’ve gone away,

The sounds of leaves crunching

Beneath a neighbors feet.

Traffic isn’t as thunderous these days,

People pass but not as many,

Even heavy trucks have gone astray,

Their wheels and air brakes muted.

Birds are no longer tweeting,

Squirrels aren’t actively gathering nuts,

As if nature itself responds to silencing,

This world, as a whole, long changed.

Feelings of discomfort and disbelief,

Are ushered in by bare branches,

As every cell in me waits for some relief,

Sounds today? What waits tomorrow?

—-dfav

9/28/2020