Robotic, staccato movement of tiny feet across the flowers. Behind her a trail of silk to anchor.
Big eyed beauty sees all in her world, strangers above a certain size reveal themselves at their peril.
Such confidence she has, or lack of self consciousness – unaware of the sharp eyed crow overhead.
Pure instinctive being, untouchable by discursive thought or emotion – as we know it.
© Mark Berkery ……. Click on those pictures for a closer look