Stepping from the top of one tree to middle of the other, she slides toward the trunk, tests each step.
Bark snaps and spirals; it’s a long way down. Desire stays true, the guiding song. Ascending, though the needles hurt, she’s careful to avoid new shoots. The snap of sap both glues and sparks; it draws her upward toward her mark.
Tree sways in an onshore breeze. Lake promises sweet and ease.
Sky opens wide, near Red Pine’s peak. She builds her nest, to wait and seek. Eagle soars and tips his wings.
She is learning all new things.
© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2021)
Carrot Ranch Prompt (09/23/2021): In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about an author’s chair. It can belong to any author. Where is it located and why? Does it have special meaning? Go where the prompt leads!