Scribble: For my Millie.

      A playful breeze gently tumbled over the grassy field, as hidden beneath the tallest of blades, a pair of sharp, yellow eyes glinted in the sunlight. Just overhead, a ball of feathers danced carefree in the wind's gentle embrace, swooping closer and closer to the ground with each graceful maneuver.
      Soon, came the thought from beneath the grass, as the little bird came to bob along the ground, each step threatening to spring it back into the air.
      Now! came the predatory thought, as a flash of white and gray sprang out from the grassy den, landing on the spot where, only a split second before, the bird had stood.
      Looking forlornly at the sky, the pair of sharp, yellow eyes followed each graceful movement, sitting in awe of the feathery dancer.
      But I only wanted you to teach me... she thought, as the cheerful song filled the air once more...