Spin of the Suncatcher

Wobble, sway, step! We marched right toward the bright patch by the window because a speck of dancing magenta was skittering over the floorboards. 'Chase it!' 'No, look up!' We bent our long neck into a gentle arch, fronds rustling softly, and spotted the source: a multifaceted glass prism dangling from the curtain cord. Leaning forward, I tapped its cut edge with my cheek. Clink! The crystal spun in a dizzy little circle, instantly scattering vibrant flecks of violet, amber, and sky blue across the rug. We shuffled sideways with a happy chuckle as three warm rainbow dots hopped straight across our feet!