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The Watchdog
Hours pass.
The watchdog waits.
Steady as a rock.
Wanting to be seen.
But not heard.
Guarding his sheep.
He watches the intruder.
A cat to us.
Yet a villain to him.
A usurper even.
Hours pass.
Time is meaningless to him.
He could sit and stare.
As long as his sheep are there.
And would not care.
As long as they are safe.