Squid

Squid   12/11/2013

The Beast is in the garden

And the snake is under the chair
But we will never see them

With our heads in the sand.

Horror may come suddenly

But the warnings are always there

And I wonder how many ghosts

Are screaming at us

Who, why, and where.

The cunning predator

Knows about stealth

And he knows how to wait

Even if he is hungry

And tired. 

A stronger foe

Must be taken with care

To minimize the chance of failure

And maximize success.

He does not announce his goal

And he does not make idle threats

But instead slowly makes his moves

And stalks his prey.

Waiting for the perfect time

When they are vulnerable

Without any means of defense

Or escape.

Many have hit the snooze

Because that is what

They always do

But the alarm has gone off

Enough times to know. 

It is morning again

And today for some

It shall begin

As the grip gets tighter

And tighter. 

We can either wake up

Or go back to sleep

Like so many other chances

Carried away with the wind.

Others have bought their time

Through contrition or compromise

But they are fools

To be used up

And discarded. 

The target is obvious

And now it is acquired

What we do now

Will be watched,

Cataloged, and remembered.

But if one can listen

Then one can hear

But more than one is watching

And he is the one

Who wins.