She was the definition of grace, as she swooped and swirled in languid circles mesmerizing her prey, effortlessly.
She appeared unaware, uncaring even, of his approach, as she pointed her regal features in the direction of a far horizon and glided into another turn.
Her helpless target paused, not out of fear, but in awe of the beauty before him.
We both watched, as she sailed in the wake of glorious plumage that caught and held the rays of the sun.
As he moved towards her, I prayed a silent blessing, feeling my impotence. His journey was inevitable.
She made another pass, looking for just a moment, in his direction.
I turned to walk back up the drive. The die was cast. For the moment, she had won.
He took several halting steps in her direction before allowing his gait to announce his decision, and as he drew closer, I’m sure I saw her smile.
Little girl on a bicycle….
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