My Fingers

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My fingers know what is expected of them.
I leave them alone
And they get the job done
Every time.
I let them run
On their own.
They never come back
Without their prey
Whatever they bring to my door
I accept.
No questions asked.
They never bother me.
They are very independent.
They know I need my rest
After a hard day.
We are locked in this game,
My fingers and I.
I never know what they are hunting for.
I fear their return,
For I know
I’ll have to sink my teeth into
Whatever they decide to leave
On my threshold.

It's NaPoWriMo Day 24 and I used the PAD Day 24 challenge