Quiet Is

the doe hidden in tall grass,			
the lion stalking by upwind.

the January bear dreaming of salmon,
his belly anticipating the Spring spawn.

the winds mellowing in the hurricane's eye,
the seagulls flailing to hold the sky.

the trees talking at midnight,
willows whispering as the moon slides behind 
	the tamarack.

the city settling in after the bars have closed,
the early morning garbage trucks still sleeping.

the tom cat trying to make it home
through suburban coyotes howling in pantomime.

the patrol car parked behind the Piggly Wiggly,
the cop nursing his empty coffee cup.

a man, lying catty-cornered on his king sized bed,
alone.

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