Pondering
A knock at the door,
unusual in the compound,
respect I assume?
I answer.
My dogs, guardians, protectors stand
facing in fanned out directions.
No one other, I can see,
is there,
yet they know, better than I,
something, in senses more heightened
with bared teeth
they growl.
Is it the reaver, I wonder
the invisible reaper come to call
teasing, or a leaving a clear message?
"It's time."
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