Magic

Do i believe in magic? Last year the mallard pair was torn by something hungry in the night. The hen lived a week, wounded, but strong enough to feed on what i spread beside the pond, and strong enough to run, limping, dragging a wing, until the cracked corn went untouched, and i found her in the wetland, more loam than bird. No magic there. But yesterday a ripple on the water caught my eye, and there they were. Ask me again.