A Drifting Rainbow

A tiny, bright sliver of rainbow caught my eye, resting right against the spine of a blue book. I hopped down from the sill and trotted softly across the rug to investigate. As I climbed up onto the low bookshelf, the prism of light shifted across the polished wood. I paused, lifting my front paw to tap the colored stripe. It flickered over my soft brown toes, silent and weightless, without making a single sound.