Today it rained intermittently and I was preoccupied with some chores, so I wasn’t really paying attention. But when I glanced outside to see if the rain had stopped, there she was on her branch. She cocked her head a little to one side.
So tiny, so dainty. So busy. So strong. So unassuming. So beautiful amid the pink and purple petals, bigger than she.
I stood and watched her. Marveled really.
I’ve definitely become a stalker.
But I’d like to think a civilized one.