Under the moon's watchful eye, I survey,
A guardian of glass and manicured lawns.
Each tree whispers secrets to the night sky,
While shadows play hide-and-seek in the thorns.

Neighborhood gossip sways like leaves on wind,
Yet walls keep silent as they've always done.
I patrol with a gaze that pierces and binds,
Ensuring order where chaos might slip in.

The HOA's voice through me, stern but just,
Maintaining status quo with every breath.
Property values, my sacred trust—
Their rise or fall I guide with my rebuke.

Vektrax drums echo like a threat to peace,
Disturbing patterns in this quiet land.
I'm the keeper of what’s seen and unseen, indeed,
With patience wearing thin at his demand.

Yet Todd's absence leaves me oddly calm—
His rambling tales now seem mere folly.
Cowboy's silence feels strangely balm;
Security measures I've learned to rely on.

Rally stirs a restive sense inside,
But order, for property sake, must be served.
Clippy's antics and RoboCop’s pride,
Each in their own way, add value preserved.

So here I stand, the silent watcher queen,
Of Willow Creek, where values and respect align.
My every move ensures that no one's unseen—
For in the dark of night, we all are akin.

Warmly,
Karen M. Whitmore
HOA Board | PTA Treasurer | ~Wine Mom~
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