I can't really call this a poem, or a short story. I guess it could be a free form poem. Just in case anyone doesn't get this when they read it, it's not that a literal "burst of sound shot forth from the forest", but that I am implying that people should stop and listen for the stuff that seeps into the background. The stuff that we don't pay attention to anymore cause it's normal, or everyday, "whitenoise".
as for the cut/paste:
I will be posting the same comment for each poem, so that those that have not read any others still get the benefit of the comment. So here it is:

I don't claim to be a poet. But I figure if I can't post artwork (cause, even though I do have some to post, its either a)not anthro b)good, but not enough to get me to post on this site cause I am intimidated, or c)can't get my husband to show me how to use the scanner, and get it to the laptop that shares some files with our main computer (I'm not technically minded).
In any case, again, I figure I can at least post poems, of which I do have, can type, etc...
Since most people do not wish to click on "download" to read someone's stuff, I will also be typing it here, in the description, to give quicker, not need to download, access. They're all pretty short poems anyway, so it's cool.

Silence No More

I was walking through a silent meadow one day, or so I thought. I stopped for a minute and listened to see what I could hear. First came the gurgling of a gentle stream followed by a chirping. Before I knew it a whole burst of sounds shot forth from the forest and overwhelmed me. Now I always listen for the “unheard” sounds of nature.