Happy feet

The tiny feet chased the bright wings, the flurried soul took a  swoop and perched elsewhere. Giggles, smiles and laughter.. He did not care if the prey was within reach. Struggling it's way through the bushes, he kept his gaze fixed on his next destination. A sharp thorn held him back by his yellow shirt. In an attempt to free himself hurriedly, the fingers bled badly. The infant had no clue.. Pain!! It cried out aloud.. Looked back.. the soft warm palms of his mother were not around to hold him, pick him up, console him or hand him over his stubborn target! The tiny soul was angry, tired but equally bemused. He considered abandoning his efforts and walking back across with a bruished heart and hand. His constant sobs would earn him all the favorite rewards through the day. The right to reject his daily food, the freedom to tear apart the magazines on the shelf, the colourful jellies at the local store from his father and even nibbling his mother's shoes without a slap on the back.
 But he looked far again..He couldn't lose sight of his shining prize, which now sat calmly and lightly against the edge of a petal some distance away.. The feeling of the drops of blood against his palm vanished, his fingers looked fine enough. Agony? Oh! It's all in the heart, but his heart was free and light as ever.. Painless, oblivious and reckless of the ideas the adults called 'reality'.
 In his own idea of work and play, he flung himself forward onto his task. A stubborn happy soul!