I wake up
to the dominance
of Silence.
What has happened to the crows?
Why are they not up?
The cawing is not heard.
Where have the squirrels gone?
Those which cross, dash, run, as though
deployed for essential errands,
By the way, what about those dogs?
who howl at and chase
the most frivolous targets.
Lo! the walkers who move smart
stretching the arms, folding their legs
akin to a circus man, are nowhere.
Sitting on the steps I wait,
Nothing, really nothing
takes place.
Did I wake up early?
I consult my companion,
my smart phone.
It says 2.30 in the morning.
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