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Those Who No-one Listens For, Listen the Most

 
The deer creeps out from the thicket to the field.
I didn't see it was a deer until it moved, a few seconds
after that a female walked out behind the male.
Both were hungry. The grass more important
than the surroundings. I was many metres away and coughed,
they didn't even raise an ear. A crow squawked
and their ears stood tall, rotating for news.
They listen to the birds, how we listen to phones, traffic
alarms, sirens. Nothing is listening for the deer.
I stood still on the path watching the beauty
of a necessary language
that had been used long before it could be spoken of.
Written by MrAlptraum (Mr A)
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