My Antenna

As a city gal, I’m constantly Aware of what surrounds me, From everything familiar To a sight that might astound me. Yet always I am on alert, Attuned to what I feel, For danger may be lurking In my mind or else for real. It isn’t paranoia, Just the way that things can be, So I trust in my antenna When a message comes to me. Which is why I made a U-turn Early morning, on my walk – A suspicious guy, an empty path, Appropriate to balk. Most likely, he was harmless, But without a second glance, I just followed my antenna In this urban-safety dance.