A big white chest is what caught my eye as I drove 50 mph down LaGrange Road this morning. So prominent and bold, yet silent and devising. Not a muscle did he move, just a fixed stare beaming below…waiting for his next meal perhaps.
Just a few feet and a veil of light snow separate us, however he has no clue of me. His concentration unable to be broken, nor would I want it, I am forever the secret admirer.