Silence
is when you can hear things I listen Leaves rustle in my ears Eggs spread and cover everything in yolk Numerous insects play through the air Crunching feet break the silence Endless clouds fill the air
Impolite photos
chatter rudely Silence is in the air
Great unicorns trample
the forest Open doors let the breeze in Lovely animal sounds fill my ears Daring pencils dance Enabling the leads to break Nothing can be heard.
from
Poetic Voyages North Hertfordshire, ed. Steve Twelvetree (Young
Writers: Peterborough, 2001), p. 192