Neighborhood Disturbance | A Poem by Daniel Klawitter

Who knew it would come to this? Certainly not you nor the birds twittering in the tree. Or the squirrel fidgeting by the flowerpot — or the rain in the rainbow — no, not even me. Not even I could have guessed the things confessed by others carried on the gossip of a breeze. But we just sat there, quiet as leaves — listening when the disturbance suddenly ceased. Everyone was waiting on everyone else to see who might call the police.

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