The following appeared in HOLIDAY SENSATIONS, a zine published in 1997.


A Sentinel Carol

by

Susan L. Williams

(With apologies to whoever wrote the original)

Said the frightened cop at the hospital,
Do you hear what I hear?
Be honest, doc, tell me what you think.
Do you hear what I hear?
A bird, a bird, singing far away,
Am I nuts? Should I see a shrink?
Am I nuts? Should I see a shrink?

Said the grad student to the doubting cop,
No one sees what you see.
Listen, man, you're a Sentinel.
No one sees what you see.
A Guide, a Guide, that's what I can be,
I can help you learn to control.
I can help you learn to control.

Said the angry cop to the would-be Guide,
You don't smell what I smell?
Listen, Chief, quit yanking my chain.
You don't smell what I smell?
No way, no way, I'm not a Sentinel,
Are you drunk or snorting cocaine?
Are you drunk or snorting cocaine?

Said the Guide to the disbelieving cop,
I can't taste what you taste.
Trust me, Jim, come on, I wouldn't lie.
I can't taste what you taste.
I swear, I swear, I'm telling you the truth,
I can help you, just let me try.
I can help you, just let me try.

Said the Sentinel to his eager Guide,
Do you feel what I feel?
You and me, together, this feels right.
Do you feel what I feel?
A team, a team, we will be a team,
We will fight for Goodness and Light.
We will fight for Goodness and Light.




The Sidekick's Song

by

Susan L. Williams

 

Chest hairs singeing in an open fire,
Spiders nipping at his toes,
Duct-taped wrists, and a psychotic liar,
A girl with a gold ring in her nose.

Every felon knows that Blair's the one Jim cares about.
He helps the Sentinel to cope.
Blair's been shot, beaten, drugged, and knocked out,
But he will never give up hope.

Blair knows that Jim is on his way,
He's loaded lots of guns and he will save the day.
Naomi's only child will soon be free,
As soon as Jim takes care of Lash or Hector C.

And so I'm warning all you cons who dare,
You hit men and you psychos, too.
If you threaten Blair, any time, anywhere,
Jim will always get you.


Sentinel

by

Susan L. Williams

(To the tune of Jingle Bells)

Dashing through Cascade
In an F-150 truck
Too bad for Kincaid
That wacko's out of luck
Cuffs on killer ring
Blair tries to hide his fright
With dread he heard the psycho sing
His slaying song tonight

Sentinel, Sentinel, Jim will save the day
Oh what fun it is to see
The villains put away, O
Sentinel, Sentinel, Jim will save the day
Oh what fun it is to see
The villains put away

Late on Tuesday night
Some drugs were sold by Lash
And now young Billy Bright
Is making quite a splash
A scarf around his throat
But he was not the first
Now Lash is wearing Blair's old coat
And means to do his worst

Sentinel, Sentinel, Jim will save the day
Oh what fun it is to see
The villains put away, O
Sentinel, Sentinel, Jim will save the day
Oh what fun it is to see
The villains put away

One day at Rainier U
Lee Brackett pulled a bluff
He broke into a lab
And stole some nasty stuff
A deadly bomb's been set
To spread the virus wide
Now he wants Jim to steal a jet
While Blair acts as his Guide

Sentinel, Sentinel, Jim will save the day
Oh what fun it is to see
The villains put away, O
Sentinel, Sentinel, Jim will save the day
Oh what fun it is to see
The villains put away

Now they're safe at home
The bad guys are in jail
Blair's nose is in a tome
And Jim is reading mail
The sun is going down
They've sent out for Chinese
Tomorrow they'll drive out of town
And camp out in the trees

Sentinel, Sentinel, Jim will save the day
Oh what fun it is to see
The villains put away, O
Sentinel, Sentinel, Jim will save the day
Oh what fun it is to see
The villains put away


A Visit from a Spirit Guide

by

Susan L. Williams


'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through Cascade

Not a felon was stirring, not even Kincaid;

The jailbirds were making their phone calls with care,

In hopes that their bailbondsmen soon would be there;

Blair Sandburg was nestled all snug in his bed,

While visions of college girls danced in his head,

And Jim in his boxers and favorite Jags cap,

Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,

When down on the street there arose such a clatter,

They sprang from their beds to see what was the matter.

Away to the windows they flew in a rush,

Blair started to speak, but Jim warned him to hush.

The moon had gone down, but to Sentinel eye

The sun might as well have been up in the sky,

When what to their wondering gaze came to view,

But a panther with fur of a deep sable hue,

With green-golden eyes so staring and wide

Jim knew in a moment it must be his Guide.

As silent as snowfall more spirit guides came,

And Blair whistled and whispered and called them by name;

"That's Rabbit, that's Eagle, There's Lizard and Frog.

That's Bear--man, he's huge--Fox and Raven and Dog.

They're all over the street, and there's some on the wall!

I don't get it, Jim, how can we see them all?"

As woodsmoke that above a wild bonfire curls,

When it meets with a gust of strong wind twists and whirls,

So up to the roof-top the spirits did lift,

They followed the panther, whose flight was so swift.

And then, in a twinkling, they heard scraping claws

And the delicate tread of each animal's paws.

As they went back inside and were turning around,

Down the loft stairs Jim's Spirit Guide came with a bound.

His dark, shining fur coat began then to shrink,

And he stood up on two feet before they could think;

A quiver and bow he had slung on his back,

And he looked like Incacha, his face red and black.

His eyes--how they glinted! Warm brown was their shade.

His cheekbones were high, and his nose was a blade.

His generous mouth was drawn up in a smile,

And the pain in Jim's heart would not bow to a dial;

A pouch made of deerskin he held in his hand,

And a tattoo encircled his arm in a band;

From a braid in his hair hung a fluttering feather,

And all that he wore was a breechclout of leather.

He was slender and wiry, no taller than Blair,

And Jim wanted to hug him, but didn't quite dare;

A shift of his eye and a nod of his head,

Soon gave Jim to know there was much to be said;

Yet he spoke not a word, but went straight up to Blair,

Put one hand on his arm and laid one on his hair,

And placing in Blair's shaking fingers the pouch,

To morph back to the panther, he dropped in a crouch;

He sprang to the roof, to his fellows did growl,

And away they all flew with no more noise than Owl.

But Jim heard his soft voice, ere they passed out of sight,

"TAKE GOOD CARE OF YOUR GUIDE, HE IS ENQUERI'S LIGHT."



The end