Fast Fiction V (is that right)

A mated pair of falcons has taken up residence in the park. As I leave for work, they busy themselves with repairing their nest, gathering food for the little ones.

I wonder, do they look forward to our moments together? Am I just a big mammal walking below their home, or have they grown to expect our dawn meetings? As they call to each other, as they fly by, all grace and purpose, I do not answer my own question. I realize that the question dissolves itself.

The birds and I share something, even if it is different for them than me. The new sun shines on both of our endeavors each day.