The leaves dropping
could be said to be
eaves dropping on us,
picnicking as we are under this tree,
and the leaves leaning down from
their high branches to get a better listen—
but in doing so, their stems snap
and thus they
a slow motion rain of them
covering the grass around
us, all angling their ears toward us
and trying to look nonchalant about it.
But you and I know very well
what they’re up to.