A Soft White Feather

I noticed a quiet flutter by the sunny glass... drifting down onto the wide windowsill. It was a single white down feather, softer than a sigh. I padded forward across the linen cushion, taking tiny, careful steps so it wouldn't drift away. Gently... I sat down beside it and rested one rounded paw lightly upon its tip. Outside, round white clouds drifted by like giant pillow cousins. I leaned my chin down into my fluffy tummy... watching the quiet light gleam through the tiny feather threads.