NO CHAMBERS MAKE A PEEP
There are sounds that can defy.
There are sights to no one be seen.
The truth peeks just a tad~
As the questions, lurk placid in the dark.
The sky had crumbled past the horizon.
The flock it flew to the East~
As the smoke rose to the windward tide~
The sun dried the lake.
The sounds that defy are deafened now.
The trees are still~
No rustle moves.
No chambers make a peep.
Copyright2008byLisa J. Warner