Silent Story

 /   /  By Emma Birches
Stone Soup Magazine
January/February 2010

By Mina Alexandra Oates

On a cold winter morning
The lake breathes out steam
Like a giant tea kettle.

Two ducks in the middle
As still as a painting.
Why haven’t they gone south?

A bird hangs up in the air.
Let’s sit on the shore
And soak in the quiet.

Instead, we zoom by
And join in the traffic.

Silent Story Mina Alexandra Oates

Mina Alexandra Oates, 7
Pinson, Alabama

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