A Cozy Draft

A soft rustle caught my attention from beneath the dark edge of the couch. I waddled slowly over the rug, pausing with every hop to watch the shadows. Down low, a fallen knitted sock lay curled on the wooden floorboard. It looked like a gentle cave. I nudged the fuzzy fabric with my beak... it yielded, soft and warm. Shuffling closer, I tucked my round body right into the soft fold of wool, letting the dark keep out the chill.