Night Patrol on the Rail

I marched up to the highest steel rail at the top of the grandstand to conduct our final security perimeter check! The stadium floodlights were powered down, but the cool night air kept my alertness high. Clamped right onto the dark guardrail was an abandoned pair of rubber-coated spectator binoculars, angled downward. I planted my cleats firmly on the cold painted metal, gripped the binoculars' knurled focus wheel with both paws, and gave it a solid, energetic twist until the distant goal net snapped into sharp focus against the grass. Home turf is clear, secured, and ready for tomorrow's whistle!