The protector

Cave

I am the protector.

I sleep with one eye open.

Half a block away, a neighbor sneezes.

I jolt awake while my wife and children sleep peacefully by my side.

My adrenaline is pumping and my muscles are tense.

I am ready to leap into action.

I am prepared to do battle with saber-toothed tigers or marauding tribesmen.

Of course, it is all pointless.

A million years of evolution have been made redundant by the door lock.

 

By Charlie Taylor

 

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