Well Enough Left Alone

People can not seem to leave,
What is well enough left alone.
With a wish and urgency,
To get as close as possible to microscope...
Inspect and dissect a doing done to do,
More to prioritize...
Than those occupying their own household.

People can not seem to leave,
An intoxicating addiction...
To have their noses cemented,
Up in someone else's business.
As if to be paid twenty four hours each day,
Too curious to stay a minute away...
From involving themselves to improve,
Becoming better human beings.
Without wasting time they spend,
Seeking attention yet not to listen...
That's a bit too much curiosity,
Beyond the necessity needed to have.
And...
Can create their own aches and pains.
By remaining to stay focus,
On others doing what they choose.

And those others?
Seldom are seen to be the victims,
Of falling down in the streets.
Or walking into telephone poles and trees.
To then claim disbelief of not seeing,
Police chasing children...
Using guns while shooting at each other.
With it then from them heard to say,
Why the problems of today go unnoticed.
And can not be corrected to fix.
That too me is nothing more,
Than excuse making nonsense.
When the people of today,
Act as if they are immune from it.

'No respect is shown these days to get.
Nor is discipline to expect it,
From these adults.
Who seem blind as bats attracted to darkness.
With no concern to show they do,
For what is happening right under their noses!'

'I know.
Isn't it awful?
And one would think,
A minding their own business...
With a cleaning up their own backyards.
Would be a cure and remedy for everything.'

'I heard that.
And so blessed I am,
To know my neighbors...
Leave well enough left alone as is!'

'OH?
How do you know this?'

'Everytime they see me,
Outside using my binoculars to bird watch.
They go inside and seem to realize,
How serious I am about observing details.
And birds can be very sensitive,
They seem to know,
As to who is watching them unannounced.
Like Purposely they sense being monitored.'

'Is this your hobby?'

'Hobby?
What hobby?'

'Bird watching?'

'Oh...
Yes. Yes it is.'

'And yet...
In your yard there is not a single tree.'

'I know.
The kind I like are too expensive to plant.
They are all in my neighbor's yard.
And I tried to tell them,
This is what I do.'

'How long has this been a hobby of yours?'

'Not that long.
A few months.
My interest peaked,
When their eldest son began smoking weed.
And had these strange people,
Coming and going when his parents...
Left home to go to work.
Leaving him to do what he pleases.
But...
Don't get me wrong.
I'm not nosey.'

'You?
Nosey?
That thought didn't enter my mind.
I understand.
You're a proactive bird watcher.
Me?
I'm more into seagulls.
I like the way they dive for fish.
And come close to sunbathers.
To watch what they eat.'

'That's too far.'

'What's too far?'

'The beach!'