Light summer rain pattered gently against the roof of the back porch. She sat in a swing and rocked back and forth, holding a can of soda, and calmly watched the woods outside. There were so many details that changed constantly that there was always something new to observe.
A beautiful red tailed hawk flew out of the forest, high in the sky. She stood and leaned against a wooden post, one leg swung causually over the other, one foot dangling over the steps leading to the stone walkway.
She held out her arm, and the bird landed swiftly. She lowered he arm and the bird hopped to the ground.
He morphed into a human form and sat on the swing. She moved to sit with him.
Together, close, their fingers twitched.