The Guard Tower
I look below
Barbwire fence
Sixteen feet tall
My M-14 in hand
Locked and loaded
One round
In the chamber
Sighted in
Ready to fire
Motion on
The west wall
Sirens blaring
Searchlights spinning
I zero in
My Target
Darn woodpeckers
They never stop
Pecking
No worries
I just sit and listen
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