A quiet morning

April 13, 2020
'It was so quiet this morning,' said the first little chick.
'I've never HEARD it so quiet,' said the second little chick.
'It was so quiet you could SEE it,' said the third little chick.
'It covered everything,' said the fourth little chick.
'Like a blanket,' said the first little chick. 
'I SAW it,' said the third little chick. 'I did!'

(Pause.)

'Everyone was so quiet,' said the first little chick.
'Sitting and listening,' said the second little chick.
'Standing and listening,' said the third little chick.
'Listening...' said the first little chick. 
'Listening...' said the second little chick.
'Listening...' said the third little chick.

(Pause.)

'I've never felt the quiet, quite like that,' said the second little chick.
'You know,' said the third little chick.
'You can't FEEL the quiet. Not really.'
'Oh yes, you can,' said the fifth little chick,
who had spent the morning listening 
to the dishevelled little owl talk, about life.