Thoughts in consideration of the unusual ways the feeling of being isolated can make itself felt. 

With thanks to Hert Niks for use of the header image.

A small dog yapping
To the beat of a rebel
Without a cause
A bin being wheeled
Making concrete growl
Like annoyed gravel
Some kid with a party blower
A sad pathetic wail
Sarcastic in measure
And still
The birds chirp and tweet
Chatter
Chatter
Chatter
Happy that
The feeder’s refilled
No time to care
About the other clatter
But
If I open the window
To commend
Their feathered indifference
They quickly scatter  

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