To look out from the darkness was the ideal position to be in. They couldn’t see you looking in. You had the advantage.
Not you wanted them seeing you. Best to leave them in wonder. Attack at night when darkness allowed you to be a shadow. Daylight was exposure and no one wanted that. It was bad enough that they were encroaching closer and closer each day. Soon they would be at the opening, peering in, probably throwing in some device to smoke us out.
We knew our days here were numbered. At night one group went off in search of another safe hiding place. The rest of us did what we could to slow down their progress. Small subtle acts of sabotage, just enough to be an irritation, not enough to bring about an all-out assault on us.
Today I peer out onto the landscape knowing that soon the giant tractors will come, men with diggers to rip the very life out of what is ours and the corporates salivating at the prospect of increased profits this fiscal year.