The Swivel Hourglass

I slipped inside to escape the evening breeze and scampered straight onto the bedside nightstand to find a cozy perch! Perched right on the polished walnut sat a brass swivel hourglass, fine amber sand trapped uselessly in the bottom bulb. Sufferin' succotash—it looked like an acrobatic cage begging for a flip! I balanced on tiptoes atop a leather notebook, hooked both gloved paws under the top disc, and shoved with all my might. *Whirrr-flip-clack!* The glass bulbs somersaulted cleanly on their pivot, and an amber cascade rushed straight through the pinched glass waist! The sudden rotation spun me off balance onto my tail against a coaster, grinning at the swirling golden miniature waterfall!