Eavesdropper

As a dawn slippery
with dew draws me out the door,
already up and gossiping,
the birds revert to a monologue
of competing songs.
The fresh, tattling breeze hushes
its conversant rustling.
Much like a noisy restaurant that
falls dead quiet when
an unwelcome stranger steps in.
Acting as if they’d meant
to leave anyway, those rabbits,
recently nose-to-nose,
separate and bound for the exit.
The private, chatty voices
that woke me with the approach
of cautious daylight
now sound impersonal again.
How solitary I feel,
the uninvited breakfast guest
in my own back yard.

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