A Flickering Leaf Pattern

I noticed a dancing patch of shade ripple across the floorboards. Stepping quietly over the rug, I followed the trail until it climbed up toward the low window sill. A potted fern sat in the corner, its delicate fronds waving gently as morning air seeped through the pane. Each flutter created a moving grid of dark and bright shapes on the painted wood. I rested my front paws against the sill, watching each leaf tip dip and rise in steady, quiet rhythm.