Night Patrol at the Glass

Night had fully settled, but rest can wait! I marched over to the wide window ledge overlooking the street below. A gust rattling the cracked pane tried to blow a fluttering takeout flyer right off the edge! Not on my watch. I planted my stout paws, swung my giant right fist forward, and pinned that paper flat against the cold sill with an echoing thump. Below, the streetlights and car beams glittered like endless festival sparklers. The post was held, and the view was glorious!