I treated this like a free write, allowing my subconscious to see the image and then write about it. Raw stuff, no edits, no thinking. Guess my subconscious was still asleep at 5:00 am as it can count as flash fiction.
Each spring, during reunion and renewal, the birds perform a dance of joy.
They spread their wings.
Ballet steps, ice skater moves on tall thin legs.
Couples, lost to each other in the winter, reaffirm their partnership.
They beak, they waltz to music known only to the dancers.
Not everyone sees this incredible display of passion.
Most people walk by, not knowing that above, is a dance of love.
Bird songs, garble, whistle, whirr, cheek, click, proclaim, maintain.
For one moment each spring, before territory, mating, breeding, predator and prey, will dance without talons spread.
There is not a thought of the harsh winter, long migrations, loss of habitat, loss of numbers while they skip, slide, dip, flap, call and sing.
For that one moment, the dances of joy is all that matters.
Is all that is.
Free Write/Subconscious Flow for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie: Writing Prompt #104 Rorschach Test Take 2