Presuming for the moment,
the mind had perceived
the sequence of premonitions
in reality this particular time,
the peculiarity of the situation
was a proximity of these events
to the presentation of the alarm.
That alarm was terribly loud;
intended to warn occupants
that one of
a number of
circumstances
had just occurred.
As far as the thoughtful mind was aware
possible events included fire and flood,
but of immediate concern in the house:
glass breakage and unauthorized entry.
The alarm was deliberately jarring.
It was brilliantly crafted in dark labs
with many years of strategic studies
into the physical and mental aspects
of human subjects' natural inclinations.
Scientists designed the abrasive sound
to pinpoint precise nerves and sensors
to transmit that highest level of alert.
Its operation had now proven flawless.
Just as the living eye inherently infers
a color red as dire warning in the wild,
the ear was tightly tuned to interpret
the timber of this sharp sound as a sign
of immediate peril a mind should obey.
The body had not moved.
This was not a first occasion
the alarm had been detected
at this house by those ears.
Also, like the previous times
the squeal had been issued,
the warning had been short.
It was a blast similar in length
to the shortest
of the four whistles of the train
—those four whistles to occur
only moments after the alarm.
During those previous days,
when the alarm had gone off,
and the mind was already alert,
the signal had been loud enough
to send the cat two feet into air
from a light rest in a calm world.
It was the first time in recollection
it had ever sounded during night.
Unlike the train and siren sequence,
this timing had occurred previously.
There was not a way for the ears
to casually dismiss the night alarm.
Concerns loomed large.
In three years, the alarm
had never been activated.
It had never even been set;
a bill had never been paid;
accounts never established;
not even one simple code
at anyone's disposal to arm
or disarm.
Yet, the alarm had sounded.
However, somehow, the house mate,
one room away, didn't seem to react.
This initiated the floundering mind
on its second thoughts about reacting.
Nor had the cat or dog responded
other than to look up at the body,
but that could have been because
the body had twitched at the sound.
Had the noise been in a dream?
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Warning Signs
PoetryThings go bump in the night... or did they? Are you heeding the warning signs? Tricks of the mind. Are they tricks? Or reality? That's the problem. Warning: If you're looking for a clear plot. This is not for you. Check out my other books, but not t...