The Quietest Town Ever.

There once was a town so quiet you couldn’t hear it.
To find it, you couldn’t listen you had to see it.
People walked the streets with a gentle sway,
they meandered very slowly, as if they could be walking on twigs and they would not break.

The ambulances didn’t siren or wail,
since people were looking up they could see if they were on their tail.

The dogs wouldn’t bark.
The trucks wouldn’t creak.
The horns wouldn’t honk.

But yes, people would speak. Softly.
Conversation was so quiet. People used three inch voices and were so close to each other’s faces, so engaged in what they were saying, they didn’t need to make a riot.

Natural sounds would be all you would hear.
Birds chirping and singing in the trees.
The buzz of the bees.
The music in the leaves.
The pitter patter of rain.
You could hear giggles, too.
But angry shouts were never about, nor were shouts of pain.

No harsh words were said.
Just beautiful silence from the time the sun rose
until the time you went to bed.

This quiet town, how I crave it so.
I wonder, does it exist?
Or maybe it does not so far away
I’ll have to listen harder to find it…