as summer begins

the little bluebird stretched as the morning sun touched the edges of her nest and woke her soul. she slowly uncurled and tumbled from the mass of twigs. she caught herself of course, and glided across the grass. she had a vague inclination of where she wanted to go, but for the most part she allowed the wind to carry her along. it was Her Sky, and it had a sort of dependant freedom that was enhanced by the warmth. she Soared. the landscape changed as the bird entered the urban terrain that her friend inhabited. he slunk out at her approach. the bird was surprised to see that he was guarding little ones. these would not be able to go across the hot sand on an excursion to the camel (guess who. i don't know what aminal this person's been given, if any.) she twittered, but was happy to be with the cat at all. one of the miniatures had a cinder under its paw that it pushed across the sidewalk to create a mark. the bluebird swooped down to join in and before long was covered in soot, as was the tomcat. the kittens scampered around the walkway, poking into all the corners they could find and more. as the sun moved along and the little ones were retrieved by their parents, the cat followed the bird out of the alley and up an overlooking hill. as they rose he she some of his guardianness and became more kitten-like, scampering through the grass and purring non-challantly. the bird happily sang no particular tune and rode the wind behind the tomcat. eventually the two parted and she swept back to her trees, still singing.