I feel hollow

Just a simple walk

To a lovely old

Antiquated postbox

Surrounded

By the innocence

Of nature

Then a white transit van

And a yell of abuse

Kills the benefit

Iv'e just enjoyed

The melodic birdsong

Is silenced

The trees sag

The flowers droop

My return view

Of the azure ocean

Glimmering on the horizon

Becomes dull, and listless

It's now 4:28am

At 4:40am

A motorbike roars past

Accompanied by a screeching seagull

I could

Would

Scream

But prefer instead

Silence