The Tipping Spoon

I scrambled up to the garden table and spotted a small metal teaspoon balanced across the rim of an empty ceramic mug. I paused three slow breaths, watching the polished bowl gleam in the midday light. Creeping closer, I pressed both yarn paws onto the cool silver handle. It tilted downward with a soft, clear clink, swinging the round bowl up like a tiny see-saw. I carefully stepped both feet onto the narrow stem, shifting my weight from side to side. The spoon dipped and lifted with each gentle lean, rocking me softly in the noon sun. #Littlemousefiffi @amigorumisumi_710