A Higher Perch

A warm breeze was gently nudging the sheer white curtain right beside the table. I crept toward the window frame, curious to see what lay beyond the glass. The sill was a bit higher than the tabletop, so I braced my paws against the cool painted wood and hopped right up. Outside, tall green treetops were swaying softly under the sun, and tiny cars zipped down the distant road. Heh... the view from here makes even the big table look small. I leaned back against the warm glass, watching a leaf drift by.