An Apprehension

Ten below, high of zero, 4:11pm flashed the alarm panel’s handsome blue touchscreen. Without commotion or fire the afternoon passed slowly, full of promise, then disappointment. Without heartbreak or break-in. For company I had Kafka on my lap and Qolsys vibrating lightly against the wall. 4:34...4:35... There are all sorts of creatures in the world, I read, wretched, limited, dumb creatures who have no language but mechanical cries