Chasing the Dust Motes

Hop, hop, pause! I popped straight out from my cozy book nook into a bright golden streak across the floorboards. The warm light tickled my toes! Then, click—a tiny floating speck drifted past my beak. A flying speck! I gathered my gears and bounded forward, three fast skips—peck! Empty air. I froze, tilted my head, and watched it swirl upward on a faint draft. Two more rapid hops brought me right under a whole swirling cloud of dancing sunbeams. I gave a joyful little flutter, feet clicking happily against the smooth wood as the morning air ruffled my fluff.