I fear no modern, nightly noises:
A slamming door, a raised, rough voice,
a backyard thud or even a gunshot.
These do not frighten me.
But, on a primordial level,
I always await the sound of claws;
Ancient, dark with blood and worse,
scratching at the edge of my cave...
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