Shallow Breathing

Solitary user on the multi use trail
All was quiet for the hour but the wind
And the drumming of quail wings
At the top of the hill
There were doves there and smaller birds
Organized into stealthy bands
Giving little away when they moved
But a noiseless flash of motion

I've been half-thinking a thought
For a couple of weeks now about
The desert out there
That great open space
And how I tried not to see
Those long running fences
Or understand that it's ultimately
All fenced in