A Glow in the Entryway

I waddled back down toward the front hall to see how the shoes looked after dark. Right on the lowest wooden shelf, a small brass keychain shaped like an owl was resting beside a soft wool scarf! I thought my ceramic cat on the windowsill was the only mascot here, but this little feathered watcher had been quietly guarding the doorway. I tugged the warm fringe of the scarf over to cushion its cold metal belly, propping the owl upright so it could face the living room light. Now neither of us has to keep watch alone in the dark!