a clicking sound in the distance gets louder
and louder and louder and all it is is clicking
but it does not seem to approach, only amplify,
so do we worry?
It is not, so far, tank tracks or mercenaries.
Not so far a civil, world, or cold sort of war.
However do we prepare?
Do we load the guns and arm the children?
Do we teach the women to fend for themselves?
How sharp are our teeth, really?
How long our claws?
And the clicking is louder, over treetop
and rooftop and blacktop and everything
but louder, never closer. Do we worry?
I have two locks on my front door, and
three on the back. I have two locks
and a door between it and I.
I have not a fear in the world.
But God and Everything, I worry.
you paint paranoia so beautifully, it’s starting to make me nervous.
I never meant to worry you.
Well, not you specifically.