I heard the birds today.
An urgent chirping
In unison, shrill,
Protesting the raiding of a nest.

I heard people today.
A stampede
In unison, loud,
At the store, a bewildered herd.

I heard the sky today.
An unnatural silence
In unison, pregnant,
With mourning now divided Space

I heard dairy farmers in Wisconsin.
Tearful cries
In unison, at overproduced
Spilt milk, denied to legitimate use

I heard the Media today.
Lies of omission
In unison, after two months
That San Rafael disappeared overnight

I heard friends across borders.
Happy, lighthearted banter
In unison, drinking to
good old days and more to come