FEATHERED NEIGHBORS 



THE electric cars run past my door, with a 

 switch almost in front of the house. I can 

 hear a car rumbling in the woods oo tlie west, 

 and another pounding through the valley on 

 the east, till, shrieking, groaning, crunching, 

 crashing, they dash into view, pause a moment 

 on the switch, and thunder on to east and west 

 till out of hearing. Then, for thirty minutes, a 

 silence settles as deep as it lay here a century 

 [ll.S] 



