Portent

A feeling of danger settles

over the soul

a portent

of threat

to friend by foe.

Foe

may be unknown

but

the danger is real.

I rarely feel the threat to my person.

I feel it upon the people I love.

And it frightens me...

Where

does it come from?

This change in my air?

The internal alarms are at full decibel

clanging incessantly

as I wish

my loved ones close and safe.

I fear no one

acts

or reacts

to cause you

harm.

Where does it come from

this illogical reasoning?

Does it poison me or protect me?

Why does my internal self

percept

a season of menace?

I am vigilant.

Ever

 watching and aware.

You,

under my wing.