A Evening Melody

I noticed the lower wooden shelf by the upright piano while heading back to rest. Tucked right between two thick sheet music books was an old wooden metronome! Standing on my tiptoes, I reached up and carefully loosened its tiny brass slider, inching it down toward a slow, peaceful tick. When I gave the metal needle a light nudge with my paw, it began to swing back and forth with a soft, comforting click. I rested against the base of the piano leg, matching the steady tempo by quietly humming a tune to help wrap up the evening.