Her Perch

She chooses to perch in a park. Up high in a tree centuries older than herself, that's where she stays. Her perch is between two branches where she can sit and watch. Some days she might move trees, from an oak to an apple, or a maple to a birch. It doesn't really matter which tree she's in, as long as she is in the same park. It's her park, after all, she's claimed it as her own.
She watches people come and go, some with family, some with friends, some by themselves. Some come with pets, some come with lunches, and some come with any manner of things to entertain themselves; books, frisbees, bikes, phones, the list could go on forever. She's seen it all, of course. She watches them all as they come and go, some during the daytime, and some in the dead of night. No matter what time, she is watching.
Sometimes she is noticed. Most often by children their little eyes still able to accept what they see. Their parents, however, are a different story. No matter what the child shall say to try to convince them, few parents ever actually believe their children, or check for themselves what is really lurking in the treetops. Maybe they shall even catch a glimpse of her, but even then, few will acknowledge what they have seen, and even less will admit it to another.
Once in a while, she will be noticed by the older children, the ones who know not to go telling their parents. They will look up at her, their minds for only a second clear enough to really see her, to see what she is. But older children are far too soon becoming adults, and their minds are clouded with the same unbelief that the parents had, that she couldn't really be up there. It must be the heat, or a stunt of some kind. So they go back to what they were doing, believing that what they saw was not, in fact, what they really saw. Just a figment of a childish imagination.
Thus, she continues to watch. She watches people come and go, one after the other. She watches children come back to the park each day, the sames ones coming back frequently as children and decreasingly often as they grow older, yet she still watches.
As if she is waiting for something.