Life Histrionics

I let them get in my way. Despite 

their already disrupting my dreamed, 

better-than-human experience, 

when all I wanted was understanding 

anticipation with a patch of natural action 

versus hollow follow-through. 

Half aware of their always busy-

bodying around my habitat, I felt 

these too near, un-dear homing pigeons 

with their own ungendered agendas 

feathery with blue-gray coloration 

stalking my window sill with infatuation, 

a still life rife with massive 

passive aggressive meep.