Sticky Glass Corner

I followed a warm, sugary draft floating across the hallway and drifted right into the kitchen. My wings hummed in a slow, steady rhythm as I settled atop a polished wooden rack. Right beside me sat a clear glass jar with a golden lid. Leaning in square and close, I spotted a single thick, amber droplet clinging to the rim. I gave it a soft tap with my plush snout. Sticky sweetness immediately met my felt nose. It smelled even richer than morning flowers, so I lingered quietly on the shelf, letting the cozy scent surround me.