The Quiet Song

Of a Stranger

Remember when, in the night, the bull frogs would not hush.

Remember when that teenager's bike roared with a noisy rush?

I guess not,

You would not

Because you're just a stranger.

Do you see that rabbit hole, that tripped a dozen feet?

Were you underneath the cottonwood when the kids spoke less than sweet?

No, I suppose

How would YOU know,

You are but a stranger

You hear the frogs and smile, even at ten at night.

That bike you see once in a while, it just seems alright

Underneath the wind-played tree, you'd hear the birds,

And about the hole that caught too many, you'd write a bunch of words.

I know so,

Because, you know,

We are both strangers.

This is dedicated to a friend who I met almost the same time I joined Wattpad. He reminded me why I love to write. He still reminds me though now he is gone.