horus814 May 2003

The world passes over.
I watch from the peepholes.
Neither friend, nor foe
is welcome here.
I am hunkered down.

Waiting.

Watching.

Knowing.

Deep within this watchtower.
Protecting what is left.
Well hidden within a greying.
Folding hills, silent.
Opening fields, hushed.
listening to the rush
of distant rivers and
my heart thumping,
Aching, but still
undetected.
Safer, this sanctuary
These ancient walls.
My thick hide.
A guarded keep.
For heaven's sake.