Someone is knocking at the door. The knocking started out as a faint rap coming from somewhere. I thought it was my clothes dryer at first. As I leaned into the laundry room for a better grasp of the mysterious noise I couldn’t quite put my finger on what or where the noise was coming from. It was a rapping sound that was persistent.
Our front door is seldom approached by visitors due to our overly protective dogs who have the full run of our yard. They do a great job protecting us I might add. And I feel very safe knowing they are outside watching at all times.
As I went to the front door to peer out the side window of the door I didn’t see anything unusual. I scanned the front yard with my eagle eye and took in all area I could manage while I was straining my neck. There it was again ever so weakly. The sound of rapping, but it wasn’t at the front door now was it? I quickly confronted my Husbands trusty Pan-Tilt-Zoom camera angles on his computer monitor in the Dining room, but it showed no unexpected intruders in our driveway. I started to become alarmed as I was home alone. Our dogs were resting quite assuredly in their usual spots from what I could see from my window peering and Pan-Tilt-Zoom camera angles.
What in the world could it be? The rapping was getting louder as I walked through my vast expanse of out stretched hallways that seemed endless as I creped ever so slowly to the permeating noise that would not go away. I suddenly remembered that I had forgotten to close the garage door behind my car when I returned home from my all day shopping trip. I must be tired and not thinking clearly. So I began to panic, did someone or something get into my garage without my fearless, barking, beloved creatures noticing?
It couldn’t be, I was all alone and becoming frightened. I knew my cell phone was dead and our home phone was being repaired so I felt helpless. What was I going to do now?
RAP, RAP, RAP it was driving me crazy. Too afraid to go to the door, I began yelling for my fury best friends to wake up. SKEWU, CLAIRE, MONTY. Finally my faithful companions opened up in a howling, ravishing chorus of unwelcoming raucous. I could hear their little claws scraping the sidewalk as they made a mad dash for the side yard. I ran to the back window where they were carrying on and I noticed they were jumping up and down to reach something in the peach tree next to my house.
I slowly tiptoed outside with my daughters Louisville- slugger baseball bat prepared for battle. Whew… I looked up, and to my relief it appeared to be a WOODPECKER rapping to his heart’s content as far up the tree as to not even care what could be his last rap. If he only knew my beloved, furry, friends love to hunt and destroy.
Source: Personal fictional account.