Have you ever heard the babbling of a brook
The sound of rushing water against a rock
The chittering of animals when a predator is near
The crashing of rifles dropped in fear
A clock ticking and ticking louder each tock
A countdown to an explosion never to
Erupt
Buzzing insects near ones ear
It is the idea of the blood letting that causes the mind to slip gears
Children crying
Cats meowing
Dogs howling
The asylum at night
The elderly in nursing homes begging for family or
to be set free from the walls
With no where to go they'd wander the streets
A distant memory
guides their feet
They will find no home
But silence at last
on the empty street
The humm of street lights
begin
But the illuminating light
Does not mean
the end