Gray blur in my periphery Imagination or something real? Mystery solved within the hour 2nd gray form traveling far
Home no longer sacrosanct refuge Peace and relaxation a distant concept Startled shrieks upon their bold forays Pervasive worry over their next sortie
Fearful defense setting full of trepidation Will my fingers or their necks be snapped? Is electrocutionβmore humane? Or are they too obese to fit in the tunnel?
How long will this battle perpetuate? Will the small hordes or large singularity win? Will peaceful repose ever be possible again? Or always interrupted by rustling, shrieks, and blurs?