Birds tweeting
Crickets chirping
The faint rustle
Of a gangly squirrel
But over all
Silence
Then punctured
By a joyful yell
Of my friends
And I
Silence flinches
But waits
To find its place once more
Hours pass
And silence still waits
Till we've all gone our ways
Then it settles
Over the woods out back
Like a mother hen
Only to be disturbed
Again
