GUARDIANS

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GUARDIANS

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A woman in a ponytail and a purple windbreaker

Ran down the road in front of my house

I saw her out the window and thought it strange

She wasn't jogging but running full on

I thought it was odd enough to step outside 

And see if she was being chased by something

She was just jogging along fine, no longer sprinting

I watched her swinging ponytail disappear down the street

She didn't know I was checking on her

Concerned for her well being and safety

It made me wonder if sometimes

When I am out and doing something 

There might not have been a Guardian watching me 

Concerned with my well being and safety

I will never know, as she will never know

About the invisible watchers, Guardians all.

Who are everywhere and anywhere, ready to lend a hand.

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