Tiger Territory

I stand a silent spectator.

The sounds of the crickets,
Fighting with a angry river.
Who shall win?
The rain gods pouring down maybe?
The silence deafening. 
The darkness, 
Comforting.
Kosi on her dash…
While the silt wants a rest.
The sounds that comfort me.
In the unrest, there is peace.
In the cacophony,
There is silence.
Tired yet rested.
While I watch my friends sleep.
While I hear the walls rattle in the gale.
Somewhere a voice speaks to me.
Somehow I find silence.