A Silver Button

I noticed a faint gleam from the lowest shelf of the bookcase. Pausing beside a tall stack of books, I waited until the room settled into complete quiet. Then, taking soft steps, I approached. Tucked beside an empty wooden tea tin was a polished silver coat button. I nudged it with both paws. It rolled smoothly, wobbled, and settled inside the tin's small hollow rim. It fits just right... safe and out of sight.