"Therefore the prudent will keep silent in such a time; for it is an evil time." - The Prophet Amos
Not a peep. Not a whisper. Not even a glance over the shoulder that says, "I know something. Ask Me." Words will wander, unspoken, persistently maunder, untold, swirled like dust balls under the sofa where one step too close moves the air which stirs the word and the cadence is disarranged and a mouth opens to speak, for disturbed roars.