Quiet observation of the world around us can give much wealth.... and no, you cannot always 'take it to the Bank' but it is riches, nonetheless.
She felt as though she would burst with joy... her body jerked convulsively as her mate fluttered above her. "Whe-e-e!" she squealed at him. "Do that some more, just like that--"
The two of them bounced, tumbling over, under, around each other, falling from one newly budding branch to another, blissful in their lovemaking.
Finally, breathless with love for her energetic and willing mate, and filled with the moment, she looked up at the spring sky. High thin currents of unseen breezes stirred her feathers, wisping cleanly through their tree. She knew it was the perfect tree for their nest. She would place the nest just here! where she and he could quickly change places to warm the eggs, still within her, and now quickening into expanding life.
"Come!" she chirped happily to him. "Let's find the first Piece for our nest," she called.
He finished the fourteenth verse of his Song of Glory, bounced a bit on what he'd already decided was going to be Lookout Point, puffed his chest and leapt high into the air, swooshing himself into a mad zoom just past her, coming to land on a branch that neatly bounced his feathered lust back up to her.
"Sure, sweet, but let's just do what we were doing for a little bit more?" He knew he would be able to change her mind, and yes, there! She was in position.
Something long and dark broke the clear light above him. His twittering stopped, so did hers. Together they shrank themselves back, down into quiet stillness.
I was sitting at a picnic table beneath this scenario and saw them go still and quiet. Looking up, high in the sky, I saw a black silhouette. The single crow was out cruising, scanning for anything interesting.
He'd seen the lovers, all right, I was quite certain, because his casual flapping turned into a long slow curve directly over the tree, their nest tree.
I know crows are intelligent, and I guessed this one might have those tendencies, too. His glide did not waver, but soared, seemingly indifferent, with not even a glance at the two frightened youngsters huddled into the nesting place.
He would give them time to nest and carefully place those yummy eggs where he could find breakfast for a couple of day cycles.
I watched as he finished his curve across the sky, settling himself high in the branches of the tallest tree, his observation place.
The lovers could not hold back another second. "Shadows! That scared me so!" she trilled. "Here, sweet, I love you so much, do not be afraid..." His body was already filled with love, feeling the rightness of the moment, and he shouted out verse fifteen right then and there.
It was time for me to leave. Walking away, I sent the lovers a shield of protection from my mind, all the while knowing it is usually best to merge quietly with the surroundings rather than interfere.
Let the scene play itself.
*****
copyright 2001 by Judith Leigh Bailey
All rights reserved.
This is really great. The first two lines made me realize that I wanted to read the rest. I feel the same way everyday. I watch the animals in play. They act as though they have forever to live. Then comes the car. Poor little squirrel flat in the road. GEM
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