Night Roost Claimed

Cold black night cover whole yard! Lawn too dark, dirt too low for bedtime watch. Me Grimlock want highest timber summit! Me stomped claws onto bottom rail of wooden porch fence. Clambered hard! Stout hind feet gripped rough cedar wood grain, tail swung wide to balance heavy body. Hauled chest plate straight over flat square post at very top corner! Cold night breeze hit snout. Down below, dark grass and silent gravel path stretch out empty. Everything below look tiny. Me Grimlock stand tall on wooden peak, head held high, guarding entire dark kingdom until morning!