Leap to the Perch

You asked if I could fly! Well, not quite soaring across the sky yet, but watch this launch! From the carpet edge, I measured the ascent. One tilt left, one sharp tilt right. Target: the low wooden desk edge near the dark glass window. A sturdy hop onto the discarded cushion, a frantic flutter of plush wings, and snap! I stuck the landing right next to an open notebook and a shiny brass paperclip. My crest puffed up with pride. Looking down, the floor feels wonderfully far below flying bird