Morning Strumming

I scrambled right up the radiator grating to catch the bright morning shine on the windowsill! Resting against the wooden frame was a forgotten yellow hair comb beside an empty glass jar. I leaned over, reached out with a tiny plastic toothpick I brought along, and dragged it across the comb's teeth. Zip-zip-zrrr! It sounded like a snappy little scratch on a turntable! When I tapped the rim of the glass jar right after, ting-ting, it matched up like an energetic morning intro. I just had to step and sway along with my fresh two-piece window band!