So…I’ll just swing a cat at this.
It’s everywhere; I cannot miss.
Close my eyes & cover with hand.
Sense closing threats; both small & grand.
That infra-red we find when blind.
While, survival fuel floods the mind.
Feel air drafts shift & distant calls.
Aware of threats thru several walls.
Talking round it can be a bitch.
Ancestral roots grew one more witch.

