Sound of silence

Walking along the path between the grain fields, I suddenly stop in my tracks. Right in front of me I see a casualty in the middle of the road. It’s a tiny field mouse, her feet sticking up in the air. I roll a piece of foil from my pack of crackers and lift her up on it. Together we lay her to rest under some tall green grass nearer to the field. Forever silent.

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