Someone is Watching

I wake to a feeling.
Someone is watching me. Someone is there. I can sense their eyes. I cannot see.

A slight movement in the distant woods.
A rooster crows.
It's morning. Spring is coming.

Mallard ducks fly overhead...beginning their northward migration.

And now - I'm quite certain - someone is here with me.
Something. Somewhere.

Slowly - my eyes adjust to the light of day.
And there they were.
Not someone. Not something.
A whole tribe stood there - as still as can be.

Staring.
Wondering.

What is it that she's doing here?
Why is she here - in our playground - watching?