Keeping Vigil

In the dark, moonless night underneath the rosebush in the far corner of the garden, in the deepest, blackest, shadow of lightless space, a tiny light came on.  A radiant glow, mimicking the twinkling stars far overhead in the vast reaches of the night sky, blinked into being.  Soon other lights popped into existence creating a galaxy in miniature, swirling and twinkling at the edge of the wooded wilderness.

Unseen, the minuscule winged denizens of the woodland gathered at the boundary, keeping vigil.  They watched for the cat, ready to alert the animals of the forest of the approaching danger.