The Sentinel

I stepped outside into the night and it swished about five feet above my head gliding to the black tilled soil of my garden.

I was barely able to make out its shape as it stood there, staring at me.  I could see the reflection of the doorway light behind me in its eyes.

We stared at each other for a while until it was time for me to go inside.

The owl was back.  I hadn’t seen it in about a year, and there he stood, just watching and waiting for prey, like a sentinel.

We never know who and what is watching us do we?   Could be anything from a mouse to an owl or any of a number of life forms.

We know people watch us all the time with cameras.

With all this watching going on, is anybody really doing anything?

Maybe that is why our economy is going down the tubes, too many sentinels, not enough workers.