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Call of the wild

 

Noise in the city a man-built environment

 

The constant burr from those  endless cars 

 

The un-wanted muzak spewed in restaurants 

 

Overhead planes drown out all natural song

 

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It is not the quiteness of the countryside

 

it is the burr of those crickets and insects

 

The call of the wild from those  barn-owls

 

That we seek and find solace in our rural

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M
Love your "quiet" words, Jack...hearing the foxes yip or an occasional owl is music at night.
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J
you are welcome
F
I live in the country and would never live in the city.
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J
I have done the both