A feather

While outside in the garden a feather, probably from a pigeon, gently began to dance on the breeze. 
It was just like the feather at the beginning of 'Forrest Gump'.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W7voy1vit6Y

This pretty white feather was gently blowing on the wind, literally going up and down as little eddies of wind caught it. Twirling and swirling, bobbing up and down the little feather almost seemed to have a life of its own and was enjoying the dance.

It really was fascinating and magical.

I started humming the Forrest Gump opening music as the feather twisted and twirled, swaying and dancing, even rising as well as falling.

Then,

out of the sky 
swooped and swallow, grabbed the feather and flew off at speed with it!

Talk about breaking the spell.

With the little feather in its mouth the swallow flew off, then realised its mistake and dropped the feather, it began to dance again, but, the swallow was not convinced and grabbed it again, another spitting out and the feather slowly twirled to the ground out over the field.

'And that's all I have to say about that'.