The foghorn echoes through the misty night
to warn all who may be approaching
that we may not see through the mist,
but we know danger is ahead.
Sometimes our feelings tell us
warning we should listen to.
Life is sometimes complicated
never knowing what is around the corner.
There are times in our mind
a little voice tells us to beware danger ahead.
To ignore it could be fatal
so we act with our instincts.
It is a trait we have inherited
from our early ancestors
whomever they might have been
and it saves us at times of danger.
Best we be cautious
and survive
than be ignorant to it
and not survive.
18 July 2015
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