For days, nothing to say,
as we wait for rain, like always
in the dust we stir,
both wild and tame.
Cow trails deep and soft,
Chinese scrolls of pad and hoof
pressed into silent verse
moving freely in the dark.
Coyote, bobcat, rattlesnake,
bear, deer and mountain lion
leave their poetry at night
to be erased each day.
drycrikjournal 
Was guessing the quiet had this origin.
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