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He feels her stomach, pressing his long fingers deep into her soft fur. All the while he coos softly, then strokes her for a while. Suddenly, he inserts the needle expertly, in and out in one swift movement.
Nose pressed to the ground, tail wagging. Criss-crossing his master’s path, short legs pumping. The lead restricts his movement, but never his enthusiasm.
It lands on the carpet with a flash of silver from its tiny wings; then takes off in a blur of movement. It heads for the ceiling lights, confused by our technology, looking for the moon and a mate.
Hanging on to the wing mirror, she steadily makes her web. Caught in the howling gale of movement, still nothing will stop her progress. That gale will bring insects to catch and eat.
Long, black and shining, they bounce up and down on her back as she jumps. A child’s excitement reflected in the shape and movement of her hair.
It flits fearlessly down at our feet, looking for food. Soft downy feathers with a speckled pattern just showing. Quick as a flash, it darts to the wall, grabbing and swallowing an insect almost before we notice its movement.
Carefully cut pieces, glue and instructions. All three come together slowly, the shape and movement forming like magic. Following a stranger’s design does not diminish the joy of creation.
The mother of the groom reads a poem. Behind her, the sign language interpreter performs it. Passion is in her face, her arms, her hands. With wide and sweeping movements she conveys its beauty, in a way that no human … Continue reading
A murder of crows. The collective noun comes to me, as I watch a small group of them wheeling above the rooftops. Black as night, small shadows against the blue sky, they move like dancers. Why did we name such … Continue reading