The moon, just a couple of days past fullness, is hidden by
invisible clouds.
Here by the little lake there is complete silence, respected
even by the indomitable crickets. The darkness seems to have swallowed not only
light but sound as well.
No breeze no rustling leaves no lapping wavelets.
Is there anybody out there? I shout soundlessly into the
darkness and promptly feel foolish, as if I had allowed an advertising jingle
to play in my head.
flapping of wings a water bird squawks hoarsely
Johannes
2010-10-29
Copyright Johannes Manjrekar, 2010
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