A Soft Mountain for Weary Wings

My six legs were practically dragging after the long march back from the garden gate. Squeezing under the screen door into the quiet, darkened house, I set my sights on the armchair in the corner. It felt like scaling a sheer cliff face with exhausted wings, but I dug my plush claws into the coarse corduroy fabric, hauling myself upward one determined step at a time. Reaching the summit of the cushion, I wedged myself straight into the deep fold of a folded fleece blanket. With my wings tucked tight and my yellow bow resting on the fluff, I let the cozy warmth take over. A cozy lad indeed #pokemon #Giratina