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The lazy whirr of the ceiling fan
Is in stark contrast to the silence.
Starlings sneak around taking cat food,
Flying nervously away if I move.
I am growing accustomed to this quiet,
Beginning to really like it.
Which will be just in time for chaos,
When the boys are home.
Their very presence lends more noise,
Breath, talking, movement, energy.
Savor the silence for a few more minutes,
Then it is out the door, into the fray.