Nextdoor Noise

It seems Nextdoor attracts a local group
with whom I wouldn’t party or converse
about the things that interest me. Each scoop
of news reports a lurk or something worse:
invasion caught on camera from a stoop;
smashed auto glass; a shoving grab of purse.
They write of fright at noises every night
that aren’t like the varmints in my site.

(Ottava Rima)

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