The Sentinel

Checking the lights
The stove, the oven mitt for rodents
Doors locked
Cover windows
The third and final time

Sleep was calling
But ears had other things on their minds
They were citizens
Chips above the shoulders
Of a mediocre man
But he was more dedicated than the rest
At least he thought so

Checking everything one last time
The rodents for oven mitt
Windows locked…doors cover…
He was getting sleepy
Those heavy lids were disobedient
Still, duty called
He had to keep going

Instinct

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