A Slanted Perch ep 69

I waddled back inside from the chilly porch steps, eager to find a sheltered roost for the night. Beside the armchair, an open woven wicker basket held a stack of glossy magazines, with one thick issue slumped sideways like a gentle ramp. I paused three hops away, tilting my head from side to side to ensure the woven reed wouldn't creak unexpectedly. It stayed silent. Waddling up, I gripped the rough wicker rim with my knotted rope feet and heaved my round body up onto the glossy paper ridge. I turned two careful circles to test the slick slope, then nestled my canvas belly into the dip. Resting high above the quiet shadows, I let out a drowsy murmur.