At the gate, a sentry.

Eyes cold, with distant stare.

Watching, never moving, waiting,

For something, or someone.

A sound, he moves.

A shouted challenge, no reply.

Electric tension in the air.

The wind? Or something more?

Tense, not moving, he waits.

A danger, or just the wind?

A rabbit bolts into the light.

A sigh of relief, he relaxes, and then:

At the gate, a sentry.

Eyes cold, with distant stare.

Watching, never moving, waiting.

For something, or someone.