Being Watched

It’s creepy to feel that I am being watched.

It happens almost everyday when I walk.

It happens in a shady lane where I seek respite from the hot sun.

Walking, I feel someone watching.

There is no one in the lane.

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My walking path.   ~Photo Lori Greer

My dog Ginny is always with me.

She is a lovable, friendly Golden Doodle.

Would she defend me?  I think so.

Yet, I don’t want to put her to the test!

Why not go a different way?

Why court trouble?

 

I am being watched.

Summoning my courage,  I decide to investigate.

Instead of hurrying on to reach the sunny part of the lane, I stop.

I look around and feel someone watching me.

I want to run.  I can not breathe.

I look at Ginny.

She is happily sniffing the ground with no thoughts  of danger.

I look up and see an eye staring at me.

I gasp! I stand there.

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A wooden fowl in a tree in a lane.  ~Photo Lori Greer

Who put it there?

What is the story?

I doubt I will ever know who, why or when.

However, this wooden creature is now part of my story.

I can tell my grandchildren about when their Oma was scared to walk down a lane.

Maybe there’s a lesson for them about looking all around – not just straight ahead.

I can relate the tale with a laugh to my girlfriends at lunch.

It can lighten the moment as only silly stories among friends can do.

I can share it with my Internet buddies!

It is another link to sharing our humanity with each other.

~Lori

13 thoughts on “Being Watched

  1. Ecologists tell us that as we walk in the mountains, mountain lions are sometimes watching us from a safe perch, trying to decide whether we’re worth taking as lunch. I’m hoping that if I ever see an eye staring through the brush, it will be a wooden one!

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  2. What a wonderful story – that is some strange goose, scribed all over with rune signs and astrological symbols and math equations and messages from space – or maybe just a recipe for spaghetti sauce. This is the stuff that campfire stories are made of. Your children will pass the tale down to their children. A hundred years from now, someone will take a youngster in their lap and begin: Did I ever tell you about the time that Oma Greer got word from on high?

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  3. Ha ha…that’s a scary thing to find in the woods!! I feel that sense quite often walking our property line and sometimes I will spot a wild turkey in the tree or a coyote watching from a distance. Strange when you can “sense” that. Hope things are going well with your DIL. Tina

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