gritty like that

they will walk

by and in low

undertones

they chitter

chatter

about how

your house is

clearly falling down

they will press pity to

their lips

toss a kiss

into the

other direction

and they will

merely

keep walking

they underestimate your

ability to spin silk

into a cocoon

that is filled with

color and softness

a world where

insects are

called friend

where the seedlings

planted while the world

moved on became trees

so talk they bent over

held hands

made shelter

this place they will

walk by and tsk tsk

the roof is caving in

never knowing

that the house is

what is

inside

so you reach out

from your

bedroom window

gently capture their

pity moth

and call it

friend