All You Have To Do Is Listen

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One would think…

That the middle of night catnoodling would be quiet, quieter than quiet, but surprisingly there was noise…different kinds of noise…middle of the night noise…

Traffic on the interstate miles away, swish swish swishing by…a distant train lumbering down the tracks, it’s sharp whistle paired with a clickety clack, clickety clack…

The rustling of the brush as a hungry armadillo digs nearby, looking for whatever it is armadillo’s eat…
The crunch of a stick as a tiny fox, sleek, beautiful, rounds the corner of the cabin, stopping in the light of the moon as he spies a pair of catnoodlers…curious…watchful…

There was something calming about those noises, often hidden by the rush of the day…like waves lapping against smooth rock…

Until it’s interrupted by voices…body-less voices coming from a balcony next door…hidden by buildings…hidden by dark…

A man and a woman…not young by any means…talking to their son, loudly, on speaker phone explaining an incident that had recently occurred…

They on a trip to San Juan, Puerto Rico…some big fight…he pushed her-according to him…he THREW her-according to her-across the room into the coffee table and broke her collar bone…

It was unnerving…is STILL unnerving…never saw the pair…wouldn’t know the pair…but in-the-wrong-place-at-the-wrong-time-me…can’t unhear or unpicture the story…

And so it is…in life…the secrets of the night may not be quite as secret as one would think…all you have to do…is listen…

Even if you don’t mean to…
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And that cat friend of mine…agrees…