Small stone #2

The shadow of a pigeon bobs across the rhombus of window-light on my bedroom floor, like a puppet playing for my amusement.  A cloud passes outside and the window-light fades until only my floor remains.  What happens, in such a moment, to the shadow-puppet bird?

I’m participating in the River of Stones project in January. Look for a new post each day. Click the badge at left for more details.