Silent

I wonder if the athletes

Miss the roaring of the crowds,

Or if they like the stadium

As silent as the clouds.

Today I’m watching tennis

And, despite the greatest shot,

Instead of gasps and cheering

All they hear is diddly-squat.

Though they must be glad they’re playing

(And I’m thrilled it’s on T.V.)

There is surely something missing

That is obvious to me.

For without the fans’ reactions

To surprises in the game

It’s still worth the time for watching

But it’s simply not the same.