I shift and stretch lazily in the evening sun. Reluctantly, I open an eye, seeking the source of what wrenched me from my blissful dream. There, it flits about again. A whirling array of colors spinning and dancing about the floor daring me to chase, to catch. I restrain my desire to pounce and gaze upward instead. Glittering and barely spinning above is the true catch. It dangles from the giant wooden flower, teasing me, seemingly out of reach. I listen carefully and hear the tall one chattering and moving about, but they do not seem to be heading this way. I am alone with my prey for now.
The Climb
The Climb
The Climb
I shift and stretch lazily in the evening sun. Reluctantly, I open an eye, seeking the source of what wrenched me from my blissful dream. There, it flits about again. A whirling array of colors spinning and dancing about the floor daring me to chase, to catch. I restrain my desire to pounce and gaze upward instead. Glittering and barely spinning above is the true catch. It dangles from the giant wooden flower, teasing me, seemingly out of reach. I listen carefully and hear the tall one chattering and moving about, but they do not seem to be heading this way. I am alone with my prey for now.