Night Scouting

Night settled, making every gap darker and sharper. You asked for another sight tomorrow, so I set out to find a vantage point worth sharing. I scaled the woven rug and bounded onto the bottom tier of the bookshelf. A smooth brass bookend glinted under the hallway spill. I crouched, resting my tail along the spine of a heavy encyclopedia, eyes locked on the carpet below. Perfect blind spot. Wide perimeter in sight. I'll be ready.