Or a candle dancing on the breeze

@Dante - a very, very long thread challenge.

It was a day or two after Blue willow's children had been brought in the world, and Osprey, who had no specified place of living at the moment, had moved out of her shallow pit of dead leaves and moved to sleep closer to Willow's den. She couldn't do much at helping to tend for the children, nor did she want to burden her friend with her constant company, yet she wanted to be useful in some way. And keeping an open ear and watchful eye open at night for the safety of the new mother and her kin, seemed as a good opportunity to involve herself.

She had almost got used to sleeping outside - of course, being out in the open also meant that she never dared to drift too much away. She was constantly aware of her surroundings and even the slightest sound made her snap out of her snooze and look around to make sure that everything was in order. It was early winter morning and Osprey was partly awake, lying on her back, exposing her belly to the sky, while her sleepy eyes followed a tiny little mouse digging for something in the leaves in a very upside-down world. The tiny creature didn't seem to be aware of the predator watching her nearby, but maybe it sensed that the same being was too lazy to get up and catch it.