Walking in the morning
Today it was bleak
Dead grasshoppers and Squirrels
Not a lot of bird sounds
Except the loud cry
Of the crow
The lake didn't glisten
Or dance
Dead silence.
No one to hit me
With their bike
Panting dogs leading
Their owners
Not even the soft
Sound of footsteps
Jogging behind
Caught up in
The grey moment
Then a leaf
Fell from the tree