A shiny reflection

A narrow patch of light stretched across the wooden floorboards, leading straight toward a polished brass pole. I stepped forward slowly to inspect it. Up close, the curved metal looked like a warm, distorted mirror. When I lifted my paw, a funny, stretched-out shape moved right along with me on the brass. I gave the smooth metal a quiet tap with two fingers. It rang faintly, cool and solid. I rested beside the base, enjoying my curved reflection.