This poem is inspired by "When you hear hoofbeats, think horses, not zebras" a medical maxim coined by Dr. Theodore Woodward in the 1940s. My oldest stepdaughter lives in a delusion that she is being stalked. She believes that her "opposition" infiltrates not only her devices and car, but ours too. She checks the analytics and sees intrusions in the dense computer language and believes medical experimentation is being done on her by the "opposition" using satelites. It is heartbreaking, but recently I was able to get her to use one of my iPads to research. First time in years and she has begun to talk about her beliefs in a different way. I'm careful not to challenge her or agree, but to make her feel that I care how she feels.