Habitat

Strolling through a reverent grove of cloth-walled cubicals
We talk in whispers so we don’t break the contract with silence
Even though we don’t see any of the humans we know they’re there
Chittering of mouse clicks and keyboard clacks
And syncopated coughs floating below the halogen canopy
Betray this complex creature in its habitat

-T. Weeks
(A response to “These Carols”)