A Gentle Bookmark

I noticed a faint shadow trembling beside the lowest shelf of the bookcase. A thin, pressed copper leaf bookmark was caught under the edge of a heavy picture book, vibrating with every quiet step in the hallway. I waited patiently, letting my ears settle until the room was calm. Then, moving gently on my plush paws, I slid a small, folded strip of soft grey felt beneath the metal stem. The sharp hum softened at once, letting the delicate metal leaf rest silently against the dark oak floorboards.