Frosted Pale

Sarah, from next door
came by today
unannounced

whining in two languages now
expecting a rosetta stone
to translate her life into a fairy tale

neighbors, all around
a fact for pack people
how do I, a loner, oblige

a single rebuff
and instantaneous war
enemies du jour
extremist of the hurt feeling

so, I insist she sit
hoping a sullen mood
will restrain her from engaging in
chittering histrionics
trying to make a story
but....

she doesn't stay long
too antsy
too curious
or, if I dare say, a busybody
by nature, troubled
and that means
there is trouble ahead for me

I've got to learn how to build
better fences