Not the mew of a cat,
The sough of the wind rustling through the trees,
The scurry of a rat,
Gushing water pushed white over the rocks,
Owls hooting in the day,
Air full of rain, the water in your ears,
Mingled with the words you could never say,
The silence of the moment the world sleeps,
All these sounds reverb’rate,
But the rumble of a fridge compressor,
Proclaims our final fate,
At once jarring,
Consuming energy,
Pumping to protect your food’s envir’ment,
Against the forces born naturally.
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