The house is quiet.
Everyone is asleep
as I guard the perimeter
ensuring that nothing undesired arrives.

My property will not be impinged upon.
Only those with approval
may storm my gate.
Any who meets not
my fine standards
will face my sharp bite
and a taste of my claws.

They lack the elegance
to enter my lands.
They are without finesse.
They do not deserve to reap the rewards
of my fertile fields,
my garden of earthly delight.
If they had a modicum of my grace,
they could well defend against
the attacks I instill
in defense of my home
but they are graceless.
They are on the other side of the fence.
They will get nowhere near here
even while everyone else is asleep.