Precaution. Peering pessimistically through window.
Afraid, fearful- what is hatching in the shadow?
Reflex reaction, as I reach club for protection
Approaching door silently and with caution
Needlessly nervous, turning knob like a robber
Overhead my protector trembles, waits to clobber
I hit with hate head of enemy in absentia.
Discovering again that it is just paranoia!
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